"Quanta...like spit in the dust of a baseball field" - Cody

May 04, 2004

Language of Origin #2

She blamed me for the dogs getting out,
the splintered chair, and (at last!) the violin.
From the top of the couch where she set me,
I looked down at the instrument, solid and
marvelous, like a polished shoe. Her giggles
meant that I was having great fun. With woosh
& cackle I slid down and crushed both the bow
and the body with my rump.

No more violin practice for sis.
Posted by cbsisco at May 4, 2004 02:56 AM