Thursday, July 17, 2014
Such promise. Such magesty. But for a very short while. Their dying is longer than their bloom. I wonder what this has to do with poetry and food. Perhaps, you are thinking of this, too. Perhaps, you are preparing an early light lunch (last night's leftovers of grilled peaches & brie). Perhaps, you just finished emailing a poetry submission. Perhaps, your cat is dozing. Perhaps. Perhaps, not. And, yet, the agapanthus are withering within view.