May 7, 2010

Bloom

People have some weird traditions, like that groundhog day routine where they lift a terrified groundhog in front of flashing cameras and applauding crowds. If they want to know when spring starts, they could simply check with me.

Spring officially blooms when you slip off your headphones, smile ever so softly, touch your hair, run your eyes from my face to my waist and ask how long I'm going to be in town for.

8 comments:

Mägdälawit Mäkonnen said...

I love the word, "Bloom"...It's beautiful like spring...

thinkingtoohard said...

Hmmmm. I don't know. That sounds like the heat of summer to me ;-)

ed said...

kuku, thanks so much. i love bloom too. i thought of titling it bloom me, bloom you. then blooming. and finally i was like, just use the word itself, without adding anything. worked out.
tth, one can only hope:)

Xcrush said...

Hmmm....I got that mental image and Spring feeling with the words "face to my waitst"......wow!!!! very nice!

Lori said...

Well...um...something bloomed...that's for sure. hehehe :)

ed said...

i'm such a dork i thought of that line from 'friends' when that geek trying to pick up rachel says that his mother calls bloomingdale's "bloomies."
maybe i shouldn't be admitting this:)

ed said...

and nothing happened. just flirting. honest!
seriously, it was just flirting.

Alexandra Grabbe said...

I liked this. I like your writing. I will be back.