"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Friday, September 10, 2010
Or Might It Be Yellow?
Once I envied the bee sleeping in the purple embrace of a passion flower. Now, in dog days before fall, I would choose the glorious last burst of orange-yellow for my pillow, clutch it drunk with nectar, dusted with pollen, loose of limb, buzzless.
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