Perhaps this is the seasonal fallow. It will move into abundance or it won't. Time will get back to us. Don't expect the cat to.
But there is cheese (at least 3 kinds) and, yes, there is poetry. Yes, abundance resides -- the noon hour declares. And then there were 2. Cheeses.
(Hypo. cont.)
ReplyDeleteLapses of time between the sequence
held no measure for our merchant
Other's glances languished through him
and he recorded his wild memories with resolve
" I was triangularly in the marshes
Life was underneath me
There was a squirrel in someone's yard
The leaves were mirrors in the afternoon
And I shouted in the rain"