In pungent symmetry
the basil’s manifesto:
when I grow up I’ll be
the bravissimo of pesto.
Monthly Archives: May 2017
Connections: May 30.17
Lavender blushing
carpetry
this is what
a lawn should be.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: May 29.17
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.
Connections: May 28.17
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.
Connections: May 27.17
Before the storm a calm
may be
but also a light
chimerically
an in-between
nor dark nor bright
dulling the gold
ominously.
Connections: May 26.17
In tufts and wisps
the evening air
undulates
like rocking chair.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: May 25.17
It’s a two-rabbit morning
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.
