The grounds crew mowed today, so the lilies are a little beaten up. At least they didn’t cut them down, this time, so I guess it could be worse. I also have a few red tomatoes, which is exciting!
Day: July 28, 2010
S-T-U-V
Strange phantoms taught
of that remorseless date
A tale that a mother
might sing to her babe
To anchor at last
in the Harbor of Dreams
A land of love
where memory sleeps.
Ulysses-like
from the misty deep,
While over the wake
the shadows sleep
Vision or dream, prophetic still
Of all the land wherein we dwell
Older hears are waiting
still
P-Q-R
Pin-cushioned dolls
white with snow
Where are the wanderers
years ago?
Questions never fully answered
Cold comfort
for the weary head
Returning across the horizon blue
Is this the ship our fathers knew?
red paper boat 