July 21, 2006
phoku.35
I was staying with a friend (Leslie) on the Delaware shore this past week, at a house that was loaned to us while Leslie was in town for a story-telling tour (I was the chauffeur). I took a nap in the bed of the woman who owned the house, which she had assigned to me. But my nap proved that the bed was too small (I napped anyway) and when I awoke I glanced at my feet, sticking out of a quilt at an oblique angle, and I thought of the bed Lincoln died in, which made me think of Lincoln logs, and so on, and I wrote a poem, in my head, while I took pictures of my feet. The result was the phoku above.
I ended up spending the week in the pull-out couch in the living room, which worked out fine.
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