Friday, October 18, 2019

Seen in normal light

above ground.  Calligraphy.  What is being written is open to interpretation -- gnarled or gone underground.  Reminds me to edit that poem -- again.  Reminds me it's time to roast root vegetables.
Serve on a plate in evening light.

1 comment:

  1. On the outer reed the holes blew firm. Beyond the sumptuous patch of mint, she lay her head down to sleep. A million other antidotes became importune.