Saturday, November 29, 2014



Let someone else do the laundry.  Let someone else worry about where the next non sequitur will come from.  Whether the next sack of persimmons will be sweet.  Whether the avocado will be firm or darkend and mushy.  Whether the words in a poem will coalesce as only the ripe can.

Whether weather will be fit for sleep.  

1 comment:

  1. Pyramids return and reimagine themselves in a book with an old friend

    She sees caverns of ice by the inlet
    density of dreams
    coming and going
    her thoughts are based on science
    and an alchemy of the past
    No sooner has the back door opened
    than a frantic breeze beckons
    It's pulling her
    pulling her in all directions of color