"The Avenue Will Not Shower": This Day in My Personal History, November 1, 2000

This is a diary entry from twelve years ago today, when I was almost seventeen. One of my favorite things at the time was writing poetry, and I loved my magnetic poetry kit, even though it was just the original set that doesn't have a lot of words in it.

November 1, 2000
5:00 PM

Did I ever write down this magnetic poem? I composed it about a month or two ago:

wild sounds

grow into

immense dark blue

summer evening showers

of wind and liquid lace

burning like songs pronounced by

secret tongues

I pulled a random chunk of words out just now and arranged them to say:

this evening of summer

burns like a

wild blossom

HA!

With the next handful, all I could write was this:

have tongue pronounce this:

from evening

do you tell me

the avenue will not shower?

slender is out!