By Cynthia Hogue
(reading Robert Duncan in Haldon Forest)
bloom looks
like lupine from afar
but up close the small bell-
like flowers of wild hollyhock
the holy that forth
came that must
come mystery
of frond fern
gorse a magic
to which I
relate to
land of hillock and
bolder the grayer
sky and wood
the straight flat One
between them barred
by the bushy Scots pine
medicinal veridian of ever-
green which though
gossip rumor spell
or chance change us
is not changed
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Monday was about chores. I won't bother to report on them. It was overcast all day and drizzled on and off, but I got to take a walk and see the ongoing neighborhood azaleas and tulips. Since it was somewhat chilly, I had cats "helping" me type on and off all afternoon, by which I mean "blocking the keyboard." Plus Paul made quinoa peanut soup for dinner which was awesome.
We watched some baseball, then Warehouse 13, which continues to be excellent; I remember when that show was my guilty pleasure, then it turned into simple pleasure, and now I say unabashedly that it's my favorite genre show on television, with fantastic women and hilarious men. Here are some photos of the feeding of the penguins at the Philadelphia Zoo:
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