Tomorrow

 and tomorrow, remembering this furry angel on his 20th.  haiku    RIP haiku 12/11/17

Each other's best friend

 & twin heart.

To which colorful world

 are we sailing to?  Or is this a return to a hue-filled port?  

The water is imaginary

the subconscious is not.

Ineffable beauty

 in the practical.  Elegance, too.  

Always action

at the intersection of reflection.  

 

Please take your seats

the concert will begin shortly.  

 

Looking through panes

 to see the whole sky.  Is every detail whole?  

Remembering Nancy Wakeman on her 81st birthday

I spent a delicious morning re-reading Nancy's chapbook Delicious 13 (published Littoral Press, 2013).  Gifted poet and one of the kindest people I know, Nancy Wakeman is now living in place where zip codes irrelevant.   What is relevant, Nancy loved kitties (so Nancy please meet Freddy and Fritz, bonded brothers now two) and flowers.  Somehow, I think Nancy loved dahlias being the city flower of SF, her adopted and beloved home.  A quiet presence, Nancy had a zest for life and a quick, warm smile.  Nancy Wakeman 9/13/2042 - 12/25/2022

we are not done
with desire
a hunger
stronger than death
lives deep in us  
(from "Wild Onion")  

 

Why shouldn't bees

enjoy a happy hour, especially if a bluebird is present.  The latter a present from friend Bev.  Present to present and everywhere in-between.  

Who can translate

these oak shadows for me?  I am remembering fondly and with gratitude my mentor Betty.  A few days ago I learned she left this place at the age of 92.  She hasn't vacated by heart.  
 

Verdant bird's nest?

Nope.  A parsley nest, birthing a cook's imagination to feed her friends.