Uprooting

If the wind came in at 125 mph
I think it might uproot
this small new lemon tree
this small new orange tree
and this just blossoming tomato plant;
but I don't think it would uproot
this lavender bush--purple
for the glory; feminine
in its delicateness--
nor these four sticks--
raspberry plants
that may or may not grow--
common, unlovely, capable
of bearing berries
for years after I am gone.

Poetry

The passage opens
     shimmers
     invites
closes and opens;
its reality
     born in
     the child
     of truth and beauty.
It holds the clear tone
     of each living creature
     and of these rocks, too
     these leaves of grass
     this moving water
     and still
     this incoming air.

M & M's

Lost this battle
M & M's won
Ironically
I devour them
But they win.

Launch

Discovery goes to launch in a few minutes
Reading Failure Is Not An Option by Kranz
So very Then and Now

Red African Violets

I've never seen them before
Saw two of them three weeks ago
Went today to buy you one
Couldn't find any
My Valentine to you:
The three looking hours
All for love.

Super Sticky Post-it Notes

...bought three packs today
yellow stars
blue arrows
pack of five square packs: purple, orange, blue, green, unbearable flaming pink
arrows to forward the plot
stars to--oh...--star the characters in the plot
squares to make rooms in a house in a setting in the plot and to square away motifs, symbols, and all that stuff
and one to remind me to stop blogging and get to chapter 7...

Hmmm?

I've been wondering for a couple of months--because I haven't written a blog since Nov. 24--whether or not I should call in sick, sip a cool glass of iced tea and read a mystery, dawdle over the African violets, walk a couple of miles and count the bakeries, bake cookies with or without eating cookie dough, stare at the fire, or--you know, whatever. I think I'll blog on, keep on truckin', try, try again, believe in the abundance of time--whatever.