Tonight is one of those dizzy windy days that fills the jukejoint of my heart with velvet underground echoes
promises of snow... in March?
strawberries awaiting
penatration
into the fertile caverns
of the hibernating mother
Geoff and the kids got the bed ready, my swethearts getting the bed ready for my flowers, my shastas, my roses, my dianthus, my forget me nots and many other sundry varieties of flowers that I will make into some sort of sculpted art and take obsessive O'Keefe photographic memories of...
the strawberries will join them, but for now, they will take sanctuary for the impending return of frost
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