In pungent symmetry
the basil’s manifesto:
when I grow up I’ll be
the bravissimo of pesto.
In pungent symmetry
the basil’s manifesto:
when I grow up I’ll be
the bravissimo of pesto.
carpetry
this is what
a lawn should be.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
While Jean served in the Marines (yesterday’s post),
Edna, my other aunt, served in the WAVES.
She also kept a scrapbook.
On the left, the lyrics to “The Navy’s Got a Job For Me.”
On the right, a booklet of songs, dedicated (no kidding!) on the day I came into the world.
Thus do families keep the reasons for Memorial Day.
My Aunt Jean served as a Marine in World War II.
This clipping is in the scrapbook she kept.
I cannot add anything that the photo doesn’t say.
may be
but also a light
chimerically
an in-between
nor dark nor bright
dulling the gold
ominously.
the evening air
undulates
like rocking chair.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
the clover fresh and sweet
crisped by morning rain
the neighbors can’t compete.
My back yard’s never treated
as lawn, it’s a disgrace
but as alfresco salad
it’s a four-star eating place.
So I allow them peaceful dining
so grossly appetited
until they eye my garden
when they are promptly disinvited.
and the used pages hang limp
what of the note?
Does it weep for its muteness
sleep
or
does it
bee-like
hover eagerly
a yearning symbiote?
Even more thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
of garden’s winter chasms
the merry dill waves brightly
its mad enthusiasms.