Thursday, July 31, 2014


Containers for food -- common and unusual.  The familiar.  The unexpected.  Poetry is a container for words -- those which comfort, those which startle & amaze.  Eat well.

1 comment:

  1. rain for a few minutes last night
    this try at winter
    in the last days of summer

    no footprints on the bridge
    as we walked across the river