Perhaps not quite

extraterrestrial.  But at least surreal.  Some spaces are more conducive.  Who would disagree that the kitchen is home to transformations on many levels.  Including, of course,  rudimentary vegetables.  Especially those brightly-hued.  Of course, I'm thinking of beets and radishes  and carrots and Dino kale.  Get out the blender!

Blender

Go ahead.  Imagine putting summer into a blender just at the time evening turns indigo.  What will this chilled soup taste of?  Kale?  Zucchini?  Who can explain to me why the timbre of a poem written at this time is so very different from one penned in the early morning hours?