Thursday, August 15, 2019

Standstill is only a construct




Flux is the measure of time; the measure of one's life.
The measure of a favorite dish made with sweet carrots & onion
and the reason why the same poem tastes differently with each reading.

1 comment:

  1. Visit to CT one winter in 1900's

    III. continued

    All the extremes are always within, the life
    and death of everything and everyone makes its mark
    on the moment, and I think of you making tea,
    carving the ham, troubled and elated as the day curves on.

    for d. 8/2019 sf, ca

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