Monday, May 18, 2015


Hands are made to bless even when you don't have the name of the otherwordly beauty before you.  The knife, the spoon bless the meal and are said to occasionally siren rain.  Let's hope.  

And which food pares well with otherwordly poems?

1 comment:

  1. cp 239/ cp series continued/41087

    Morning doves' nest empty
    Trying again on a large bough
    one on the roof sings
    the other follows
    They fly off, toward a cloud--
    Why should I still feel a sadness
    when they have resumed their songs?