All the Things

The corner of Powell's Books sneaks out behind a row of

parked vehicles. I try not to think

of all the books I will die not having read.

I am now thinking about it.

Likely, I will never finish The Scarlet Letter.

I like the underlying themes more than the

book itself. The prose is heavy.

The sky is blue,

I am nestled under shade

in our automobile in a northwest

nook of Portland.

Windows cracked, breeze and bicycle wheels scoring my

sweaty children slumbering 

in back.

 I have never watched Gone With the Wind.

I am tired, to think about four hours spent leading

up to "Frankly my dear..."

Maybe I will watch it, after everything else I need to see:

Kurosawa + Truffaut + every Sesame Street episode ever 

Realistically, I will never watch Gone With the Wind.

Georgia though. I really need to visit Georgia. Savannah.

Next year, next year we will holiday in Savannah, 

if the timing is right. Which it likely will not be.

I am glad I didn't know the ending before I saw The Sixth Sense. 

I wish I could see The Game for the first time again. 

That's impossible though, if I remember correctly.

There is a noodle company down the block.

It is called "Noodle Company."

Or maybe it's "Noodle & Company."

I wonder if I will ever eat there.

It is a possibility, a slight one. 

It is likely that I will never eat at 

Outback Steakhouse. It is also likely that

I will spend little time in seafood restaurants.

I do not eat seafood, and it is a general assumption

that I could get a better salad elsewhere.

I like George Orwell. I like his precision.

I understand that BMW makes precision motorcycles.

Perhaps I will purchase one, someday.

Likely not though.

There are many bicyclists whizzing past my window.

I like bikes, especially ones with three wheels.

Maybe someday I will invent a bicycle with just 

ONE WHEEL.

There's a strong chance I won't though.

I see a lot of spandex-clad bottoms hurtling past.

On Thursday, I saw a lot of spandex-clad bottoms.

At a concert, an of Montreal concert that

was music and ballet and theater and Ringling Brothers.

Maybe I should become a rock and roll star.

First, I should get in better shape,

for the spandex, and maybe

learn an instrument.

I'm going to do it tomorrow, for sure.

Today is a nice day to listen to the bicycles.