Wednesday, January 16, 2008

reflections, ballet, corny,

Reflection in puddles, move and change, as I walk past, become different pictures.

A hand holding a squeegee performs a ballet on the inside of a shop window, dragging soapy water over the glass in broad sweeps and swirls.

In the chemist, one of the two assistants, in greeting me after a day of solid rain, says: " How are you? Or, I suppose I should ask, are you keeping your head above water." "That's corny," says her companion, "that's corny!"

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