today just won't die.
this story ends, but life keeps going,
just like the river in which I wade.
There is a knock on my door.
It's the UPS guy; his name is Jerry.
He hands me a big box of books,
and scurries off.
I wonder what Jerry's life is like.
Is he happy?
we pass so many people,
learning nothing.
This scheme of thought will take me.
making the afternoon a pool.
just paint, typing, drinking, thinking,
lost in my own ocean.