Saturday, November 23, 2019

Blur


is a swipe into beauty.  Like the taste of unseen pepper in potato soup.  Like the precision of just the right word in a sentence, in conversation, in the imagination.  Complemented flowers in a treasured vase.

1 comment:

  1. Apparition in the distance, she sees what she wants to see
    glazed bowls, a shelf of masks, a new carafe.
    She'll fill a bowl with a pebble to honor love divine,
    one transported in the evening

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