Sunday, December 27, 2015


Which Christmas was poinsettia free?

The answer is just like a blink poem.  None.
Always potted though.

On a usual walking route in San Francisco,  I unexpectedly spot a poinsettia bush.  Or is it a tree? That's like trying to discern the difference between a hearty soup & a stew.  Perhaps, discerning prose poetry & a poem.

1 comment:

  1. 12/10 Constellations redux

    We play with color, light, form--how many images in a warm room?
    The ribbon of her life seems a brighter blue