Tuesday, September 8, 2015


& everywhere are treasures to stumble upon.  Here in the Strybing Arboretum a water goddess. Whose hand placed?  What words were recited? How many times I walked around this pond and didn't notice her.  She is overseeing fish & lotus.  A Goddess of hospitality to the eyes.  I'm thinking of roasting salmon & serving up a delicious salad, masquerading as a poem.  Tomorrow.  Yes, tomorrow is as tangible as a friend's hand.

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