and yet not abandoned. Resting along the ridge of the ocean. Slowing the pace for sure -- on a tennis ball. Once I wrote a poem about a painting of a riderless bike propped again a tulip field. I believe it was raining. Raining in paintings is always a graceful mystery. Which foods are graceful mysteries?Asparagus & raspberries come to mind.
Tradecraft
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parchment halved and string between
tennis ball in spokes
where is that movie we rented?
voyage as in small vessel headed south:
her love of fruit on the lips
a certain doorway:
overheard
'not that hat again'
slim shiny pants without button
wide brim, torn ribbon