Monday, December 15, 2008

Boyhood

There is a book, or there should be a book about boys. It is, or should be, titled, Rivers of Our Boyhood. It describes the crackling tight feeling of mud-clay drying on small hands. It should detail the exciting, golden, dragon scale flash of a carp breaching the surface of murky shallows.

To read it is to see the underside of bridges illuminated in dancing reflected sunlight.

3 comments:

georgia b. said...

Beautiful photo and words.

Maybe you should write the book.

Christina said...

hahahahahahaha
thats funny it should be girlhood
hahahahahahaha
boys suck!

roberta said...

YOU HAVE A NICE BLOG HERE. I WILL READ U AGAIN. I AM BERTS WORDS..ROBERTA