Wednesday, December 15, 2021

Poem for Wednesday and Washingtonian Walk

Before The Ice Is In The Pools
By Emily Dickinson

Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of
On a summer's day—
What is only walking
Just a bridge away—

That which sings so—speaks so—
When there's no one here—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?

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I unexpectedly nice afternoon -- took a ride with Paul to drop off his old work laptop and pick up a new one, but the new one needed things installed, so we took the van for its annual emissions check, then went to Washingtonian, where we walked around the lake and stopped in the cafe at Barnes & Noble to get hot chocolate while we waited for his office to call. 

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When we came home, I did some chores and we had Trader Joe's vegan "meat-lover's" frozen pizza for dinner before I watched Voyager's "Warlord" and chatted with my Tuesday night crowd of friends, after which we caught up on Ghosts. Since then we have been on the phone all evening with various relatives so I am going to keep this short. 

 

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