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.  

1 comment:

  1. 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