Lawrence’s Firebird, February 8th, 2007
I remember the chair.
And you there sketching on the porch. The day was clear, my 2 year anniversary date, and you could hear the wind through the Ponderosa pines. Water dripped off of corrugated tin roofs. And we walked up the hill to the memorial in silence.
Remember last October? When we each did 1 minute timed writing practices in the D. H. Lawrence guest book, sun peering through the spoked sunflower window painted by Dorothy Brett.
I
remember.
detail of Giant’s chair, February 8th, 2007
-inspired by the post, Giants Sat Here
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