Sunday, October 25, 2015


Basil & friends past & present.  Last year's pomegranate -- aged & wise --with two of the season's persimmons.  What's not to love.

What does this have to do with words?  I'm remembering rollerskating on sidewalks.  The special feel of flying over a patch of slate.  The marvelous lines the wheels etched.  Although I didn't have a word for it, now I'd say
calligraphy across slate.

Are there any patches of slate on sidewalks these days?

1 comment:

  1. Rumpled goods in the corner
    Inclement fortunes in the hallway
    Intuitive strangleholds by the kitchen
    Rubbery patches of phenomenal grace--
    An estuary where we used to walk--
    all a whisper, then she's gone

    cp 431