Saturday, July 3, 2010

in the morning a man from the heavens

As I worked at weeding the edge of my mom's empty garden, there was a helicopter noise and one came down low and a yellow kayak and a man in a wet suit, started falling towards me.

I looked down and the garden had become a tiled, soffetted ceiling around a shallow gazing pool. Still a dangerous landing for diving I thought but waving my arms would not stop them from falling.

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