Poems, dreams, stuff you might find and think about on a rainy day. #134 Tuesday October 25, 2005

When the weather is really lousy you might find yourself, as I did today, looking through stuff. Piles of things you've been meaning to get to but just haven't had the time. Those little pieces of thought, the sketches of dreams, profound thoughts written on a scrap of paper or a poem stuffed into a folder. Little bits of dream matter...what to make of them, and do they matter?