monday afternoon one o'clock

sunday afternoon walk to the pet store, and then dinner

morning poem and song

  on the hills of dawn

 

behold, the morning-glory's sky-blue cup

is mine wherewith to drink the nectar up

that morning spills of silver dew,

and song upon the winds that woo

and sigh their vows

among the boughs!

behold, i'm rich in diamonds rare,

and pearls, and breathe a golden air;

my room is filled with shattered beams

of light; my life is one of dreams,

in my hut on 

the hills of dawn. 

by alexander posey  (1873 - 1908)

 

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and from church this morning:

big news on a summery autumn day

 

  korrina called me at 11:30 this morning and asked if i could hear the cheering outside her apartment window . . cnn had finally called pennsylvania for biden which put his electoral votes at 284. i had begun hearing horns and yells myself outside our windows . . 

which only built in volume as the news passed from block to block . .

 

 

since greg had gone for a walk, i called him to say i was coming out and then i ran to see chanda, and after jumping up and down several times together and hugging each other, i went to meet greg at sheridan square . . 

 

 

 

 

and then we walked to washington square

 

 

walking along 14th street . . 

passing sixth avenue . . 

not everyone could concentrate on celebrating . . . . 

i never put the morning's vegetables away; they were a bit wilted . . 

many people are happy, but they also know how much work there is to do . .