Yes. It is me. Here.
Like a shy girl in a crowded room with lots of people shouting their clamor, I wait for the perfect moment, a sudden lapse, to see if they ever slow down.
I watch with intrigue. Their drinks, their peonies (those are MINE I think. I was always the first to know peonies, since they first grew wild and I held one bigger than my head, ripped it apart petal by petal and tossed its core on the hot cement). How dare they pin MY peonies on their lapels.
So many peonies now!
I step onto the coffee table and shout. Yo people! I'm here! And with some interesting stuff of my own! Aren't I so snazzy with my deep thoughts and my pretty kitchen and my made-by-me salad?
Some listen, most don't.
Watching becomes my compulsion.
Wow! She is fabulous.
Oh my fab-u-lous-ness.
Holy peony, are you ever fabulous.
4 comments:
I Love your writing! Keep it up please!
:)
I do think you are snazzy.
Holy Peony, welcome back to blogger land. Don't go away again. Ever.
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