|A good-bye song for wood
|Just when I was getting that topmost stick a bit wet with sympathy tears -- then the
did come up behind me with a
. She said while she did switch, "Stop your meditations." And while she did switch, I did drop the wood. I felt the feels the sticks of wood felt when they hit the floor. Then I did pick them up with care and I put them all in the wood-box back of the
. I put them there because the mamma said I must put them there. But all the time I was
I did hum a little song. It was a good-bye song to the sticks in the woodbox back of the kitchen stove.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.