Sometimes, the poisonous calls our name. A ripening nightshade. An act of benevolent nature. The name Whippersnapper says it all with gleefully anticipation. All that remains is -- taste. And the koan -- how many cherry tomatoes make a salad?
I'm hearing something unusual in the street this morning--children on skateboards hammering the old cement, bargaining with fate that they will not crash into the bushes. How glee replaces concern when age falls backwards...yesterday seeing a ferris wheel being hammered together with bolts made me think of other times I would not have been afraid to try it. In the afternoon's last light, the children raced toward the danger, laughter mixed with fear, the most perfect recombinant fun.
I'm hearing something unusual in the street this morning--children on skateboards hammering the old cement, bargaining with fate that they will not crash into the bushes. How glee replaces concern when age falls backwards...yesterday seeing a ferris wheel being hammered together with bolts made me think of other times I would not have been afraid to try it. In the afternoon's last light, the children raced toward the danger, laughter mixed with fear, the most perfect recombinant fun.
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