the sourcerer: He made me smile

Saturday, June 19, 2010

He made me smile

I saw a wonderful thing as I was driving back from the market today. A smallish Harley slowly cruised by me as the light turned green. The guy on it was wearing brown leathers and riding shotgun was a very happy Alsatian hound. The dog was stretched out in front of him on the seat, tongue lolling. There was a yellow vuvusela strapped upright on the back, flying an orange Holland scarf. My friend, you are the coolest dude in town.

I came home to find a flock of guinea fowl on the lawn.

2 comments:

sam said...: I wish I could have seen him too. But your description is great. wish he could see it!; June 25, 2010 at 9:53 AM
Anonymous said...: I saw an orange jeep full of hollanders going down kloof str. they were singing and blowing vuvuselas out the windows. very happy tribe.; June 25, 2010 at 3:16 PM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
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