Friday, November 20, 2015


Sometimes the sign says it all.  A recipe for wonder as I again wander San Francisco's Botanical Gardens.  And later wonder how to combine a couple of vegetables/fruits with goat cheese on a thin crust of pizza.  When sun sets, what poem might wander unto a page left open for wonder?

1 comment:

  1. Constellations, rearrangements of continued (8/10)

    Sitting by the fire, reviewing history
    concrete men disavow their duties
    and the girls in the gallery look on

    and she with her crown of mirrors
    circles her own vanity and disbelief

    new day, bon of aggregate and flimsy air
    papers sorted, papers burned, transactions no longer alive

    and among them, card and messages from people long gone
    foundations recede, crumble, ask for attention