April flukes

Drifting in the April wind of uncertainty. I wish I could be as carefree as her. Freedom, I’m afraid, is of too chaotic a nature for me.

Black Friar’s Bridge. London, Summer 2007

Still, I wait for their calls in a drunken stupor. Will I recite Robert Frost’s The Road Less Traveled when I am sixty-four? For now, I will just listen to the Beatles and have a Smirnoff or two with April. Smirnoff twist please!

St. Mary’s Church, on the grounds where Shakespeare is buried. Stratford Upon Avon, Summer 2007

~ by knockerslam on April 25, 2008.