I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Story Bone, July 4th edition

"He had parents that were so hippy, on July Fourth they'd stand out on their lawn at night waving sticks of incense around instead of sparklers."

Happy Fourth everybody.

3 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

Hey, those are my new neighbors you're talkong about.

Todd Wheeler said...

Happy 4th, Steve. As a friend of mine said in an e-mail recently: "Don't blow your hand off, please."

Steve Buchheit said...

LBB, Ha! Well, hopefully they use good smelling incense, it's got to be better than gunpowder (which gets my heart rate up). A neighbor seems to have spent a good deal of money on fireworks. My interior voices take notice when I hear the sound of mortars going off when I'm nopt expecting them.

Todd, yeah, don't do that. Light and throw. I remember a Sgt. telling me, "that 7 second thing (for grenades), pure crap. Maybe you get three or four. But don't count on that either."