Sunday, March 4, 2007

Flung Ice

The lake grays today. Flings chunks of ice at the shore, where our Christmas trees are stored, dried, waiting for summer fires.

A friend has lost a father. A lot of us have, one way or another.

Go ahead. Pitch stuff into the water with all your might.

4 comments:

Maureen McHugh said...

(I've so much to pitch in the water but you know, its hard to let go.)

Anonymous said...

sometimes you can pitch it in the water, but the tide brings it back...damn it's hard to let go.

Amy said...

Re: letting go. Do as I say, don't do as I do...

Check out Jim Paul's "How To Build a Catapult" (book), and maybe we can use that.

Maureen McHugh said...

Oh, I like catapults!