The distinction between

 alone and lonely.

Over-the-top

Pure magic. Pure joy. Similiar to what's occurrening at farmers' markets now: over-the-top abundance. Right now, Bancroft Succulent Gardens is a feast of petite and not-so-petite poems bursting with shape and texture. This flowering zucca nothing less than organic eye-candy.

It's a new decade

and I'm running toward what feeds me.  Sometimes, persimmons are the thing itself.  But don't you think a persimmon is also a dandy word.  While I'm at the Bancroft Succulent Gardens, it's the image of that persimmon tree in winter with a few pieces of remaining fruit, beyond reach that touches me.  I'm sure birds are grateful they have wings.