Sunday, September 26, 2010

September 26

I met Lane Falcon a dear friend and Sarah Lawrence poet at the steps today. Tom Lux once said that Lane Falcon is the perfect name for a poet, and who am I to disagree?

We had a lovely time wandering. Lane touched a sarcophagus and the guard was nice about it. We ended up in the Modern Art section, which was not too busy today, but I still somehow found it hard to write.

We Lift

all these words to you
and still are left
wanting more seeds,
more rosemary, more cadmium.

The garden grows zucchini
into a jungle for squirrels,
and I keep finding dirt clad children
digging for potatoes.

We need squash for soup,
for a winter of prayer, 
of waiting. For others. 
For order? The return of you?

Day of the Week: Sunday
Occupancy of the Museum: Busy
Arrived at: 2:30
Departed at: 4:00
Read on Commute:  Cider House Rules by John Irving, and Made to Stick by Chip and Dan Heath

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