Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Harvest Moon
Sure, I knew it was coming up. Chinatown's Moon Festival was last weekend. Yeah, Autumn. Yeah, full moon.
But then his nibs called up the stairs, "Hey. Did you see the moon?"
... and now I have this earworm of Fogerty singing, "There's a bad moon on the rise."
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But then his nibs called up the stairs, "Hey. Did you see the moon?"
... and now I have this earworm of Fogerty singing, "There's a bad moon on the rise."
Labels: life, photographs, San Francisco
posted by Sal Towse at 7:33 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
