Tag: river

So many people stayed in bed on cloudy days
Even catalog clothing fit him well, a girlfriend had once commented
What luck to know a good and honest man
A person’s not supposed to go through life with absolutely nobody
She had been incapable of acting differently
In spite of the raincoat he was soaked
This afternoon I came here and buried fifty books below the water
Gone fishing
Still and all, there’s no two men the same
As I glance downriver I see a flotilla of watermen’s boats approaching
But they were off on a river cruise today
For some reason, the background seems to have gone silent
They don’t give you a manual
We are warm, slow, and sensual guys
A man with a phone clamped between his ear and his shoulder
There was perfect silence from the other men
A massive, blocky modern sculpture sits over the door
The people come awake and begin to burn coal
A loud, wild, shaking voice
I should explain about the tents
His math let him down again
The scientific life is fraught with peril
He had large hands
You must be alive