a star breaking through night. Or you might image night holding a star in place. The rose color is pure Baziotes, and always welcomed. Although this is not his style of gesturing. Perhaps it's beets giving up their red to ricotta. Obviously, the poem waits on the kitchen counter.
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ReplyDeleteone thinks of the small things. tho never in church the idea of its architecture and stained glass and music appeals. the hope and supplication. incense, its evocation of an occasion, worship of the senses. how nice to have a church, as my two sisters found out, both gone to another world now, faith in hand, to see what they believed they would see.