Lupine Ridge
By Peggy Simson Curry
Long after we are gone,
Summer will stroke this ridge in blue;
The hawk still flies above the flowers,
Thinking, perhaps, the sky has fallen
And back and forth forever he may trace
His shadow on its azure face.
Long after we are gone,
Evening wind will languish here
Between the lupine and the sage
To die a little death upon the earth,
As though over the sundown prairies fell
A requiem from a bronze-tongued bell.
Long after we are gone,
This ridge will shape the night,
Lifting the wine-streaked west,
Shouldering the stars. And always here
Lovers will walk under the summer skies
Through flowers the color of your eyes.
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My Friday was pretty quiet, good weather, lots of chores including retrieving the car from getting serviced, food shopping, and wild mood swings about the news (horrified about Florida, relieved about Floyd's murderer's sentence, unsurprised by Vance). We had lots of chipmunks and chickadees and even a couple of bunnies around.
I was in the mood to rewatch The Night Manager for a bunch of reasons -- the cast, Loki, Tenet, and the Morocco scenes from MIB: International -- so we watched the first half, and it was as great as I had remembered, plus enjoyable to see some cast members whose work I know better now. Flowers from Seattle's Discovery Park:
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