lady, i will touch you with my mind
by e.e. cummings
lady, i will touch you with my mind.
touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
(lady i will
touch you with my mind.) Touch
you,that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which i do not write.
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Our Earth Day had unseasonably cold weather, though at least we didn't get the snow people west of us did. I don't have a lot to report besides lots of flowers in the neighborhood -- azaleas, tulips, though it's going to be nearly freezing tonight so I hope that doesn't affect them -- and a food delivery in which they were out of all the cheese we ordered.
We watched some baseball in the evening around my Zoom call with friends -- our monthly family Zoom call got postponed earlier -- then we watched some more of The Irregulars (and are they actually giving Sherlock a child and Watson a canonical crush on Sherlock? No don't tell me). From the Countryside Artisans tour, every studio we visited last weekend:
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