Flux is the measure of time; the measure of one's life.
The measure of a favorite dish made with sweet carrots & onion
and the reason why the same poem tastes differently with each reading.
All the extremes are always within, the life and death of everything and everyone makes its mark on the moment, and I think of you making tea, carving the ham, troubled and elated as the day curves on.
Visit to CT one winter in 1900's
ReplyDeleteIII. continued
All the extremes are always within, the life
and death of everything and everyone makes its mark
on the moment, and I think of you making tea,
carving the ham, troubled and elated as the day curves on.
for d. 8/2019 sf, ca