Behind

glass.  BART & bicycles.  Art is everywhere and frequently behind glass  But this art is removed & replaced many times, although not put back in the same place.  Much like a poem and a meal. Repeated many times (perhaps, several times a day).  Never the same -- quite.   Something sweet about the irony of all those BART wheels moving noisy on rails  and these above deliciously silent.  Exactly what a poem wishes.  Ah, the appreciative silence after a satisfying meal.  

Balance

Between delight & a tad sad.  Here's the delight -- a beauty as yet unnamed to me.  Blooming in the garden for the first time this season.  What's sad isn't in the picture.  The orange cherry tomatoes are a bit underwhelmed.  The unexpected heat?  Insufficient water?  Too late in the ground?   The one I ate this morning was indeed delicious, but alas not enough to satisfy the company of hungry mozzarella.  Yesterday's poem gave ear to the otherwordly and the sad otherwordliness of our drought.

SWIM the OTHERWORDLY

antenna on the go
receiivng fin, scale, feather
a banquet shaped by fanciful purpose
& magic of all stripes
look out
night approaches
mayhem abounds
leave your watery fear
on the shore

Unexpected

Not the usual blue/purple iris beauties.  These remind me of roasted red and yellow peppers on a green plate.  Which remind me of a poem -- on fire in a good way or cooled by temperate rain (which would be a blessing for sure).  The name -- as often it does -- smittens:  Sanguinea Kamayama.  Also, in the family -- freesia, gladiolus, and crocus.   

WOW

seeing is a good time.  There's no limit to good food (shared) and gestures on the page. Let's just call them poems, OK?  

& for the punch line, seek the bottom

  

Faraway

nearby -- the tagline Georgia O'Keeffe used to sign her correspondence.  So, I'm at the "faraway,"  aka Strybing Arboretum and encournter this plant in the Fragrance Garden.  It appears both otherwordly & familiar.

When I discover the name of the plant, I am delighted as only a good punchline amuses:

& there's more.  I'm walking in the nearby, down my street by the house with the lush vegetation where I always linger to see what can be seen.  Yes, yes, Rincinus Communis.   Living in the happy Faraway nearby.  

So what's for lunch?  Something celebratory & colorful.  

Pizza Faraway Nearby:  fresh figs, tomato, feta, walnuts, black pepper.  Yummy.  

& the poem:

OR FIGS

one should be as greedy for love

as one is for the ripest of peaches 

Asparagaceae

Latin is rampant.  Especially in the Strybing arboretum.  Asparagaceae.  The lily family which asparagus is part.  Also, these beauties -- pineapple lillies.  And should you ask, dinner was delicious alas, no aspargus & no pineapple (of any kind).  And, yes, no lillies on the table though the garden has several.

P.S.  I've always thought of a pen as a fine asparagus spear.  Would you agree?

Play

of morning

light.  Kinetic beauty
& everything a poem
wishes. The same
with food.