Tuesday, June 15, 2010

When is poetry out of season?

The same is said of weather as it was most recently an uncommonly hot San Francisco weekend.

Leads me to ponder the unseasonably hot poem with a chilled beverage.

Of course, on the meditation of seasons, food has much to offer.

1 comment:

  1. hot poems are like this
    hot bodies without thinking
    cool drinks after that