the things that time & light pick fall in such fetching pattern. Or did she mean metaphor?
Speaking of breaking, this morning's breakfast was a beguiling green. Avocado on toast, of course. Have you noticed how an avocado splits into wonder. Much like a poem. Like friendship.
Intuition 8
ReplyDeleteThis is the way the time rolls out
its wondrous lines not aware of logic
and I am watching birds after the rain
a comet of a storm which hit us hard
is only calm air today, the changing currents
carrying away the danger, not quite all gone