No, this wasn't thanksgiving dinner. Though I am thankful for the earth offering such riotous color.
POEM MASQUERADING as a golden/red beets, mozzzarella, basil, lemon/chive pasta, black pepper, olive oil salad and WHITE BOWL MASQUERADING as paper
This mask of hope still covers them both
ReplyDeletethe secrets they kept for each other
the silence they kept from each other
the bounce of the ball on the sidewalk
back and forth back and forth
one always has to eventually miss the pitch
and offer up the next volley
it's the way of friends, old and new
remembered or forgotten
the way of friends
for fran w. "pizan" 12/3/14