Tuesday, March 12, 2019

When the entire room becomes a wreath


Braided & swirled like all good soups.  Like a poem.  Remember in all of this, there are windows.  Poems are especially smitten by a good view.

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  1. SLIDES: Weston

    It is summer, so they are all scattered. One may be out with friends, the boys might be in the woods behind the barn, smoking cigarettes and dope, cooking hot dogs against the rules. The younger ones might be home, or out with the housekeeper or another adult. There are several housekeepers this year--they come and go. Mostly they are black women from Norwalk who "help out" and sometimes party with us and cook up chicken or steaks from the freezer in the basement. She likes the ladies from Norwalk, who mind their own business and then leave the house with their ride, never asking questions.

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