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[sid] => 22486
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => the wind was blowing
[time] => 2003-08-30 00:25:00
[hometext] => to someone who truly helped me as much as he hurt me.
[bodytext] => the wind really was blowing, you know the santa anna’s were very late this year but i’m unmasked now, so i won’t say how warm the wind was you know, i always leave my windows open i’ve hung wind chimes through my yard sometimes at night, when there is no one, i will sit outside and listen i love the sound and i like to watch the trees move sometimes i’ll hear an owl my dog caught one once, she’s fast and i told her, drop but she’d already killed it, i didn’t scold her that’s what dogs do a white owl and it was like picking up a piece of silk, but sad i like staring at the sky too, though i can’t see anything in the stars but the little dipper sometimes i’ll hear the hawks that live in the tree by the wash or babies crying, screaming, which i soon recognize as just a bunch of cats making more cats, down in the wash my husband left tonight, all except for one more load can i say ex now or do i have to wait for the papers i didn’t expect it to hurt, but some things go missing, you say s**t, i never was any good at packing when we packed for california i packed one box and he packed everything else i went to my mom’s and my sister was there she left her first husband that weekend so we gave her some furniture for her new place dad was in houston in the hospital a quadruple by-pass and we went to pick him up good to see him home before i left except he got a staff infection then dad had tubes running into his chest and out flushing him with antibiotics, that’s how i left him he was there a month, i didn’t pack but one box a while back, I painted a large gray vase in shades of green and then arranged a large spray of silk flowers 42 years old and had never arranged flowers i think husband said oh yea, nice when i asked what he thought today he asked me if he could have the flower arrangement and the vase some things go missing, you say he helped me once, he has a degree in fine arts, you know taught me a bit about perspective hard to see when you are used to looking at things one way then he’d say i spend my time on silly things or yea that’s nice, when asked, i stopped last week he asked me to paint a chair for him no particular color or way, just something i would do some things go missing, you say guess after i get perspective down i can change it i like surreal paintings the wind really was blowing, you know and i was thinking of you i’m unmasked, one more layer down and, i like writing to you, you know you feel what’s inside the words i love working in the yard even pulling weeds, gets my hands in the dirt and it feels good, though once i was turning some soil in a flower bed and ended up with a hand full of fresh cat well, you can imagine husband liked yard work as well but we never worked together, except maybe when he wanted me to fetch something, or i asked him to dig something the ground is like clay, eventually i took over the front yard, and he the back even things we shared we didn’t when my son was here, he and i would talk about nothing in particular and everything then my son left and it was very quiet again, and i would crank up the speakers on the stereo till husband would come and turn it down he can’t turn it down now s**t, i did not expect it to hurt but some things go missing, you say the last of husband’s things are in the living room i walked into his bedroom, it was empty but it still smelled like him and i started to cry there was a peanut on the floor and it used to p*** me off when he’d leave stuff like that around but tonight it brought a smile, and then more tears over just a peanut on the floor he took the living room sofa, i have another there were cobwebs in the empty space, and i got the vacuum i cried because it is my past i swept away i didn’t think it would hurt, you know and, i left a cobweb in the corner for another day i took the last of his clothes from the dryer and folded them, i hate folding clothes but it never made me cry before then he came for the last of his things and left i turned the stereo up, i’m ok now ps. the wind really was blowing, you know. but not last night, even so i thought of you. i wonder why you want to know, and why i let you see so much of me, but you do, and i am [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 21 [informant] => painted_echos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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