Monday, August 24, 2015
The right-hand corner was not cut away like torn paper. And this day in Glen Park Canyon the sky was not white. So why a photo snapped seconds apart & the lighting differs. What doesn't, is the belladonna in the foregrown. Amaryllis belladonna or Naked ladies at the base of the boulder. Fragile & rugged. Makes me think of a bowl with angel hair pasta and a fresh tomato sauce made with heirloom tomatoes -- more pink than red. More delicate than hearty. & nourishing bread from a hearty loaf like a boulder. & the poem you ask? She's mimicing a crow. Do you see her? In the upper left corner in the eucalyptus. Poems are like that. Or perhaps she's in the empty corner to the right?