do we? A simple dried magnolia leaf in the evening on the patio becomes a precipice. Or a sand dune. Or a simple dried magnolia leaf because the object was always a precise. The color like my favorite wooden spoon burnished by experience. Who have I become?
These notes in a blue envelope
ReplyDeleteastonishing window display
of an old vacuum cleaner
She says,
"And the old man is running down the street
yelling 'I had a horror of never finishing anything.
I'll leave in pieces, they'll collect me in bits
on the floor.'
She panics, gets back to work.