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

Friday, August 31, 2007

Yippie!

All around great person and frequent commentor Camille has got herself a whole new crop of story and poem acceptances. You should go congratulate her. This summer and recent move have certainly worked for her. Just like the flowers in your new yard, Camille, you keep surprising and dazzling us with your growth.

3 comments:

ThatGreenyFlower said...

I second that emotion.

Camille Alexa said...

Hey, Steve.

Thanks for your generous spirit.

Steve Buchheit said...

You're welcome, Camille. And what Greeny said.