Fruit songs

Visited this poet once. Read the poems on that website: The Cabbage and The Professor Cries. Now thinking of little apartments in upstate NY and a little Greek restaurant, and a little diner, and another little restaurant and a little and a not so little 24 hour diner...and looking up old buildings in the library and being hot late at night and watching DVDs from the libary on a lap top at night. Really cheap rent! Solitary road trip to the winery laden finger lakes. Turning on TV in a cheap hotel room and seeing people walk around a sports dome. (Hurricane Katrina.) Weird crisscrossings of past and present times, day and night. Be real. That is real. Parks with carousels. With swimming pools. At night, the sound of something like a Peruvian clay whistle. Was actually the pinging of a fire alarm. A crazy typewriting friend down the hall who liked to play guitar and listen to Bathory. Movies like The Seventh Seal. Visiting a pet cemetary. (Later I moved to Illinois. More movie watching from fantastic library DVD collection. A movie about a woman from Iceland called The Seagull's Laughter.) I'm listening to gloomy classical music. I was so much younger then! Small fruit songs.