Puya! She blooms once a year right around Mother's Day at Ruth Bancroft Gardens (& elsewhere). Terrestrial, otherworldly & undeniably gorgeous. Did I mention huge. Food for the eyes. Lest we forget, beauty is a protein. Build on it. Every blue/green waxy petal is a haiku.
...as if the mystery would not continue, so many holes in the narrative of childhood. Where was she, where was he?
ReplyDeleteice cube trays become important, as if anticipating the night unfolding
Crime scene 4:
blonde dropped off
digs for key
marshmallow wrapper falls from purse
expired
peephole to which
hinge has been attached