Just finished watching Life of Pi. Loved parts of it, but not totally sure about my opinion of the whole.
Found some bits and pieces of poetry snagged during a professional workshop of limited value, pegged as a great take at Harvard. We were seated in a basement with windows just at the streetlevel.
I am sensing something
My socks are too tight
The leaves unfurl before my eyes
Outside the wall of windows
Legs pass by
Short, long, thin knobby legs
Navy legs stop at a parking meter
Shopping bags, briefcases, newspapers bob from right to left
From left to right bob purses, hands with cigarettes
The leaves on the tree unfurl as the minutes tick by
Bright green buds as we sip our morning coffee
Are tiny verdant flags as we finally close our books.
A day ticked by on someone else’s agenda
While spring emerged without us.