Saturday, April 21, 2012


Objects become small pools of peace. Unexpected violets growing on a slope within ranks of rampant garlic mustard; yet even that weed beautiful - three feet high and waving white flowers. A secret posy picked and wrapped in a maple leaf for the subway ride home.


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