Recharge
2003-07-26 - 2:13 a.m.

before/after
strangely non-functional guestbook

Decided to do it,

and I did,

walked out to the sun drenched

flowerbeds,

clipped flimsy stalks of daisy,

wrapped them in newspaper,

and gave them to the girl.

Everything went fine

she accepted happily, sweetly,

with a hug.

And on the drive there

and home again

I reflected that I felt

as much like myself

as I had felt in a long time.

Sometimes strange people

and bad times

can drain the romanticism

out of anybody.