Each evening, I watch the clouds flying
and curling. My heart's so sad.
Each evening, a loon calls to the evening.
Sad about a friend, I hurt inside.
Each evening I find myself thinking
of someone in white, red scarf on his shoulder.
Best New Blog finalist - 2003 Koufax Awards
A non-violent, counter-dominant, left-liberal, possibly charismatic, quasi anarcho-libertarian Quaker's take on politics, volleyball, and other esoterica.
Lo alecha ha-m'lacha ligmor, v'lo atah ben chorin l'hibateyl mimenah.