Saturday, September 10, 2016
September 9, 2016
Days like paintings of days, still and blue, clouds like paintings of clouds nearly still at the horizons.
The swamp hibiscus that the gardeners destroyed are in bloom. Their undestroyed cousins are in bloom too, so perhaps they lost no time at all growing back up from wounded nubs. But, like all who have lost, I would prefer them as they were going to be.