Saturday, January 03, 2009
crystals, how to kick, old
Frost crystals round a withered hydrangea bloom.
A father is teaching his son to kick a football. "Keep it low," he says. "Stop the ball first. Keep it down. Hit it at the top." The boy thinks he knows better. The ball flies up too high, misses the target. "I'm trying to honest with you," says the father. "I'm trying to be honest with you."
There is a tall, grey haired lady who sits outside the Grove Tavern most afternoons, a glass of white wine in front of her, a cigarette in her hand. We greet here as we pass. We refer to her between ourselves as the old lady. But she is almost certainly no older than us.