Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Cow parsnip



From an otherworldly bulb, who could anticipae, crowning lace.  I love parsnips -- roasted.  Don't you.  I love Spring's myriad of green.  I think cow parnsips might be an American sonnet -- otherwordly.  
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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 18, 2015 at 11:20 AM

    cp 163 crime scene 9th notation

    After a day or so
    too many other marks
    to say what actually happened
    ***
    she is back in the city now
    he has her lighter
    and some perfume

    ***
    tan pieces of paper near a bowl of parsnips
    newly picked

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