It's Not Too Late.
It's a missed perception.
ITSNOT2L8.
It's a canoe.
A vessel.
A means to get to an end.
I painted those words on Independence Day...last year.
A month after serving the man I was married to with papers and a month before our second big date with the judge.
'Why'd you name it that? You're not having second thoughts are you?!'
My big little
canoe. Brought home unfloatable, scraped, scratched, gouged and weathered... with holes as big as a rump at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
No, it's not too late...as long as you look at it with the right perception. Sometimes that means cocking your head to the side, hanging upside down or even turning away.
A couple of weeks ago, Timmytoes came back to town for a few days.
"You're not thinking of getting back together, are you?!"
We went out dancing, went rafting, he split firewood for me and we took my big l
ittle hippie canoe out. I talked about work, the river & the dogs and he talked about his work, sailboat, girlfriends & such ... we enjoyed each other in peace.
Peace... no, it's not too late.
WARNING: Do Not Play YouTube Video UNLESS you would like to listen to some Godsmack....'Speak.' I threw this up because the lyrics to this song lead the words of Stevie Ray Vaughn, the Talking Heads, Ben Harper and such down the side of Not2L8.
9 years ago
