I have, I replied.
It's called GWEN IFILL IS DEAD AND OTHER SHORT STORIES BY RUTH Z DEMING.
Got all of my postcards out for this morning. Ginny, Rozzie and Linda Marie.
Delicious coffee for breakfast.
Powdered coffee from Israel, which I just happened to find at the Giant, with a bit of olive oil and real maple syrup.
It's quite good!
Let's write a poem to celebrate today:
RED CYCLAMEN
Red red red
forever looking upward
at Galileo's galaxies
millions of light years away.
Closing my eyes, I find myself
scrambling up to Io, one of Jupiter's
many moons.
You think the earth is violent?
They fight, they rumble, they terrorize
on beautifully named
Io.
No comments:
Post a Comment