do the calla lilies care that i’m swimming in plans, without breakfast? will the salvias notice that noon approaches without my having walked within their fragrances? i ask the nicotianas off the porch, but they’re too busy blooming to answer
timing is everything–it’s easy to forget but miraculous quiet reminders abound: while walking with my visiting friend, we witnessed the first cherry blossoms of the season
the faithful-orange-flowered-volunteer- whose-name-nobody-knows is back handsome in the rain. i’ll grind some coffee my friend will wake up soon
wisteria glints through morning mist. the neighbor- hood is damp and sluggish. even the finches must have been at the pub last night singing along with their pints
i’d driven with a woman through the boulders we talked of fossil art. i found her sexy. she saw that my painting wasn’t finished and right then i woke up