a complicated dream of dignity

so, friends, i think we should write our summer plans here...

and then see if our plans coincide.

then laugh, singing lyrics to describe these complications;

strange how our life coincides with the seasons of today
who's to say where the wind will blow

or

oh the glory that the lord has made,
and the complications when i see his face,
in the morning in the window.

or

it is a bad time to be young.
what's left to us can't be undone, without it riding on our backs
when young and poor go hand in hand.
it is a bad time to be poor.

or if they don't, we can work, write all summer, then backpack across canada in 2008, choosing one reading per province to leave, for someone to find.

i think too much, when i am alone in my home.

PS - listen to this, while you type out said plans.