Come into my Kitchen. (f)route-ways, by-ways, old ways, never one-way, right ways at every turn. Growing in glass, mouldering, stewing, sweating, seeping...... sprouting. Every sprout is a possible pear, plum, persimmon. Apples and innumerable bees. Waxing, waning, but mostly waxing. Bees go roaming but always make a bee-line home. Every possible bee-line is a right way. A right-of-way.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Sproutings
Come into my Kitchen. (f)route-ways, by-ways, old ways, never one-way, right ways at every turn. Growing in glass, mouldering, stewing, sweating, seeping...... sprouting. Every sprout is a possible pear, plum, persimmon. Apples and innumerable bees. Waxing, waning, but mostly waxing. Bees go roaming but always make a bee-line home. Every possible bee-line is a right way. A right-of-way.
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how lovely!
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