futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the spinster Yesterday I saw a parrot on the subway. It was rainbow coloured bird with a long tail that almost whisked the floor. It had two bright black dots for eyes. It�s camouflage plumage was designed for flowered forests not subways. Now and then he would beat his clipped wings to get the attention of his owner. Closer to me kneeling on a bright orange subway seat a girl of 4 or so with twin pigtails read the names of the subway stops in trains from the big map. I always imagined that new york children grew up counting �one, two, three, lex, park, madison, fifth, malcom X, clayton powl, freddie douglas...� now I had proof. It was a bright ominous day. I was on the F train riding back from the brooklyn half marathon. my legs were talking to me. They were not saying nice things. I sipped my water and wondered what I had to be sad about. I was sad. (I am sad) But here before the whole earth seemed to be waking up. Offering the best things it could to me: sunlight, bright children and birds of paradise. Where, o lovely world, is the friend I had dreamed I would have made by now? I�m a spinster. I married a dead dream. 9:20 a.m. - 2002-03-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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