Monday, March 25, 2013

Which poems resemble a platter of roasted beets?

Hopefully, the next ones written. There is nothing as beautiful as sunrise/sunset, beets, a poem with fine & true surprise. Each full of the weight of the ripe -- experienced freshly.

1 comment:

  1. ( H. cont.)

    At this supper which began at sunset, the nephew
    drank the wine before him, and feigned surprise when his hostess
    brought up the subject of the foreman, asking how she knew
    about the workers' troubles and the general air of sadness

    This put the wife of the councilman in a tough spot
    as she didn't know how to tell him what she knew
    without implicating the pastor and the tailor
    who did not know she knew the circumstances of the letter