Sometimes the sign says it all. A recipe for wonder as I again wander San Francisco's Botanical Gardens. And later wonder how to combine a couple of vegetables/fruits with goat cheese on a thin crust of pizza. When sun sets, what poem might wander unto a page left open for wonder?
Constellations, rearrangements of continued (8/10)
ReplyDeleteSitting by the fire, reviewing history
concrete men disavow their duties
and the girls in the gallery look on
and she with her crown of mirrors
circles her own vanity and disbelief
new day, bon of aggregate and flimsy air
papers sorted, papers burned, transactions no longer alive
and among them, card and messages from people long gone
foundations recede, crumble, ask for attention
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