A picnic table in the rain stained with brandy fumes in clear evanescence. Dent it with a fingernail. A last name that when uttered,
The August lilies flower, the butterfly bushes, the rain-bowed tree hydrangea. The garden’s my challenge this morning. To see life steadily and see it
Inspiration comes when we don’t want it. Navigating the system’s complicated interchanges, an egg-crème moon balances on a distant viaduct, a right jolly apparition