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.  

Sometimes the name comes later

It's enough to simply like something.  To stop, look, smile.  Or in any order you wish.  Don't fret, the name will come as surely as your hand will reach for the perfect spice to season the dish.  Yes, just as a pen trusts ink.  Now, I remember, the name is "persimmon."  

Location

Looking toward downtown San Francisco from Fort Point

My Mom used the prase "location, location" as code that a house was lovely but where it was built, lacked.

Unlike to the right, where clouds are finely situated.  And the rocks, too.  As well situated as that particular word set in a poem.  As a persimmon in a salad.

Location is in the eye, in the ear, in the taste.