This is, this is -- this @3has@1 to be here like this because I am inconsolable. Even summer coming failed to enlarge the green accuracy of Nature. Real summer, we won't see till Mexico. Anyway, I think of my mother when I think of Nature, her beliefs -- like sheets flapping on a back porch line. Some people might still wash things and hang them up to dry. Children play on the sidewalk. At least they are happy. I sit in my own opaque opening, but I promise to be better tomorrow. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |