By Davis McCombs
after Robert Francis's "Silent Poem"
rain storm rock pore flow path earth crust
thrust fault drip slope trough dam blue ooze
tile floor stained glass sitz bath rust stain
sun porch deck chair sky light gas lamp
foot bridge leaf twitch dirt trail red oak
white tail hoof prints moss stump wood thrush
chert flake clay shard pit mine whet stone
knife blade green gorge creek mud blue tent
fire ring wood smoke sign post steep road
store front plate glass stone arch tile roof
street light pump house brick walk steam grate
hot wisp guard rail foot soak spa town
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My Tuesday wasn't very exciting -- chores, writing project, stop at post office, swing through the park for a few more fossil Pokemon, trip to CVS with a bunch of expiring coupons -- but it was all perfectly fine until I got home, went to move the laundry, and discovered that the washing machine had died with a load of sheets and towels in it. Apparently the sensor has decided that it's too heavy to spin if there is even a single item in the tub, so I had to take out and wring out every item individually before I could get the water to drain. We're having it looked at tomorrow and there goes even more money for home crap.
In the evening, in between dryer loads of a couple of towels at a time because they were still so wet and heavy, we watched the new episode of The 100, which better bring Marcus back in his own body and not someone else's or I'm going to be really angry, followed by Blood & Treasure, which is still as cheesy as Relic Hunter with some Dan Brown and Indiana Jones thrown in but I like the chemistry between the leads. Back to Iceland, here are some of the features of the Krysuvik Geothermal Area, which supposedly developed its hot springs when two old women cursed each other over ownership of the land:
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