Sunday, June 9, 2002
Siren Invades Me
Outside my window I watch the sun try to sliver between the huge oak trees. Grapevines twisting, her leaves bobbing in the cool, subtle wind. Bluejays are screeching at the squirrel family---staking claim to the lumbering shade-giver. A lone siren invades my space and breaks the calm. Saturday night's allright for fighting; Sunday morning isn't.
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