Litlets

July 17, 2006

Furtive Romance

Filed under: Litlets,Prose — crcb @ 9:10 pm

Mood: Lucidly perplexed

I heard my first hummingbird before I saw him, when he hovered briefly at my sunburnt ear. I felt jokingly kissed by Nature, and hung feeders around the house for the next few years. But I work and think indoors, and didn’t keep them cleaned or filled. One might be left at the back of some closet, hosting a brown recluse, and I haven’t met a hummingbird all summer. We don’t frequent the same side of walls. But I have a secret crush on the outdoors. Even on a heavy, hot day like today, I imagine I would find a part of myself if I went to the right burr-bristling, bug-buzzing meadow, smelled the dirt and the crackling weeds, and let the sun finger me down to the bones.

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2 Comments »

  1. This is my favorite litlet of yours right now. I keep revisiting it and if thats okay with you I want to print it out and paste it in my sketchbook. “We don’t frequent the same side of walls. But I have a secret crush on the outdoors.” That is so good.

    Comment by Rebecca Moore (Belphoebe) — August 3, 2006 @ 10:09 am | Reply

  2. Of course, you may! I’m flattered that you want to. Thanks for the encouragement!
    -CB

    Comment by crcb — August 3, 2006 @ 10:30 pm | Reply


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