Sunday, September 27, 2020

I prefer mint green


as ice cream not in clothes.  And especially not in poems.  On the other hand, black is always welcomed with its mysteries & promises.


1 comment:

  1. corona time

    Just before dawn I heard in my head the cry of a bird I saw in the big pine tree in my backyard. Other birds joined in and I looked out to see what was happening. A large black and white cat strolling through the unkempt grass. No danger really, but a primal wariness of the predator swept through the orange air, the danger of becoming prey.

    sf, ca 2020

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