poems which flock?
Is a bevy of blueberries? A gaggle of artichoke? A flock of mangoes? And of olives? Perhaps, a brace of. Now, think sonnets & sestinas.
Saturdays are meant for reading, cooking & the wandering in-between. Don't you agree? Also, being grateful. Yesterday, my writer friend, Rich, offered me the finest of meals, word/sound counsel, and two wondrous blank notebooks. Life is ripe.
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Saturday, June 11, 2011
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