Thursday, July 31, 2014


The precious & precocious cat (haiku) broke the Italian lamp (a favorite) this morning.  Nevertheless, I fed him.  I fed myself.  All have been fed.  The broken lamp is akin to a poetry rejection with its inherent feeling of brokenness.  Make lunch; get over it.

1 comment:

  1. playing softball in the field
    the boys throw to their sister
    laugh when she catches it

    and throws it back to them