Caravan
After the trees had been cut down to widen the road beyond the backyard, the little birds flew in again. They perched on the roof’s edge and began co-cooing to the sunny new emptiness. Above, caravans of cloud-puffs were drifting east. Below, the road-roller was ironing the dug-up soil.
July 31st, 2008 at 7:26 am
wow.. u can extract beautiful stories out of moments that sometimes pass people’s attention. Caravan is such an amazingly simple thought but it still made me stop and think. And that has nothin to do wid the fact that i think 2 much. I loved God’s Own People.