Seven Ways to Sunday

Peter Earl McCollough


12/4/09 They Watch With Sanctity


They watch with a certain type of sanctity in their eyes. Looking into a glowing haze, as if a god were coming or going. The fading light reflects in them as they are flooded with the colors of impermanence or of the shade of their lover’s hair. Or maybe they’re just thinking of how their lips are dry from ocean winds or how their eyes are moist from staring into something too bright. Most of them know nothing of astronomy – only of keeping their heads above the water. I watch them watch, so I can experience it too.

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12/4/09 Warszawa

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12/2/09 lower levels

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11/24/09 A City With No Grind Or Squeak

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7/27/09 Et cetera

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7/19/09 Ocean Beach, SF

I like to feed the birds at the beach. Stout velvet fur, yellow candy eyes. You spit a cherry out the window and the car becomes a little Galapagos Island. The big birds don’t see the little pieces–the details that make the big difference.

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