Monday, October 26, 2015


pineapple.  Smitten by hummingbirds & words pink.
Why don't I cook much with sage?
Why don't I eat much pineapple?
Why don't I wear much pink?
I have never written a word in pink ink.
Ah! but this pineapple sage may change all that behavior.

1 comment:

  1. There again in May

    Effervescence on the way to lunch
    The thought of simple syrup poured on ice cream
    Involved in the case of the abandoned valise
    She draws landscapes with receding perspective--

    how odd he rests in Arlington, hours from the border town

    (cp 433 -- from Constellations)