Saturday, August 27, 2016

Delicious sameness

Sometimes it's the center.  Sometimes, it's the scalloped edges.
Sometimes, the middle feathering.  Same with food.  Same with a poem.

1 comment:

  1. I.O.S.

    what to do today?
    perhaps a walk in the familiar
    or buy the kids some food
    surely the backyard needs some attention
    and the sidewalk a sweep or two
    then there is always a book
    or a nap, or both
    the wishes of a day off
    simmer in the September sun
    and my friend of many years:
    off to New York where we met
    the conservative hills of many seasons
    may she return safely back to her block
    of possibilities, to the party we are throwing