Author: imagist

Reading the coffee grounds…

after a wonderful lunch with Tanya /
I remembered, fondly, half a century ago, /
after dinner with the Buchaklians. /
After a cup of Armenian coffee /
Mrs. Buchaklian, with great sincerity and seriousness, /
read the coffee grounds left in the cup /

Today, in these Turkish coffee grounds, I see figures running. /
Or are they dancing? /

I’m going with dancing. You with me?

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Contemplating fall

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step out of the shower. look out the window

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need to put the hammock away for the winter. not yet. lay back. watch and listen to the leaves fall.

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leaf prints. I love them. and this:
“How do I really feel? Like a leaf. As long as I’m needed, in vigor or decay, I’ll be here. And this is my blessing, to want nothing, to need nothing, to love everything, even my very own end; to express joy in uncertainty, vulnerability, and pain; to be astonished by birth, again and again; to be color when melody is near; to speak without shame and say without fear, I don’t know. I’m falling. How sweet is the air!”
~ by William Michelin from here (thank you Donna Belleson)

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one of the last hammock swings of the season. I swept that patch of grass yesterday. why?

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