Sunday, November 30, 2014


No, this wasn't thanksgiving dinner.  Though I am thankful for the earth offering such riotous color.

POEM MASQUERADING as a golden/red beets, mozzzarella, basil, lemon/chive pasta, black pepper, olive oil salad and WHITE BOWL MASQUERADING as paper

1 comment:

  1. This mask of hope still covers them both
    the secrets they kept for each other
    the silence they kept from each other
    the bounce of the ball on the sidewalk
    back and forth back and forth
    one always has to eventually miss the pitch
    and offer up the next volley
    it's the way of friends, old and new
    remembered or forgotten
    the way of friends

    for fran w. "pizan" 12/3/14