Friday, August 13, 2004

I love these fall dances now, this what, Indian Fall, with Loki, old dog. It's as if we both know what his limbs (and for now, my own) once were, and how he once ran and would not stop when the nights were cool. Now, we mime the affair, with a feint here, Loki not really running away, me not really running after. Not mourning what is past, but celebrating, my arms waving in the air, Loki running circles around himself. The acreage smaller, the speed slower, but music the same. 12:41:35 AM