The poinsettia returns as an abstract across an abstracted landscape. The heart of it really. Like the properly-weighted verb in a sentence. Like a twist of pepper -- not too much, not too scant -- in the soup. How carrots allow themselves to become part of the abstracted landscape of a soup or stew. Clouds are the perfect model for such thinking.
How many images in a warm room?
ReplyDeleteSun as she looks at the papers--
what did they learn?
what did she?
Flesh on the fire
rain returns with its promise
all its slowing down and rosemary
The ribbon of her life a brighter blue