Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Why do I notice only today

these beauties? Bearded irises of a hue I have not seen before. Shape defines the what; color offers the awe.  It's the same with a meal, really. Or a poem. Can't you just smell it?  Taste it?  And, of course, there's the dream's take-on it. The dream always has a take on things and it's usually the final word.

1 comment:

  1. Surfaces

    Crunch of boots on gravel driveways:
    the babysitter, her purse swinging, called last minute
    to save the day.