Also, another Jack Gilbert poem, which reminded me of how I felt yesterday when I nearly picked up my hitchhiker:
The Abandoned Valley
Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?
*****
Yesterday's post was long enough for fourteen posts, so today, brevity.
Happy 2012!
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