Thursday, April 24, 2025

There are certain flowers


for which a flood of memory washes over me.  Each and every time. I can't see a calla lily without hearing Ann's impersonating  A. Hepburn.  A blessed memory for sure.  The tulip is an added gift.  

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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 27, 2025 at 9:45 AM

    3. Redemption, from Four Reasons to Stay

    Begone the tyrant in all of us
    As vigilant as sand

    Does she really think that bog hat will hide her from the sun?

    Your boots are full of mud
    Let me take them off anyway...

    excerpt from Particle Theory, a work in progress
    SF, CA

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