What the Muses Leave Behind

(for Iris and Joe, September 10, 2011) Let’s make it a day for conjecture. When two get hitched at one on nine ten eleven, Ripe scarlet transecting a Shenandoah slope. The sum is not a Fibonacci. I saw a proof on that. When two get hitched at one on nine ten eleven. Venus blesses them with generosity The sum is not a Fibonacci. I saw a proof on that. The beauty of this wedding will feed multitudes. Venus blesses them with generosity, Maybe elephants and the Arctic ice won’t disappear. The beauty of this wedding will feed multitudes. Here, today, two hearts already together, are everything but one. Maybe elephants and the Arctic ice won’t disappear. And being so close to a full harvest moon plus equinox, Here, today two hearts already together, are everything but one. It’s easy to extrapolate that love goes on and on. And being so close to a full harvest moon plus equinox, Ripe scarlet transecting a Shenandoah slope, It’s easy to extrapolate that love goe

My feet led me to the woods loop out my back door. The wood thrush serenaded us all under the rich green canopy of oak and hickory and sourwood. Finally I plopped down right down right in the middle of the trail and wrote: 77 that's my number this month, crosses with craned necks - whooping crane month in the middle of the year in the middle of the summer. But moon is new today - a start to something - even in the middle. I am the start of a family, a family begat by Alphonse and Althea - a new lineage of old world spooning with new world as woman spoons with man. So many opportunities to err in the name of bold beginnings - if we get so much wrong, there are so many ways to begin again and again, endless creation- buds bursting open to spray the world with beauty. Step here, not there - new dance; touch this not that - new embrace; think this not that - new dreams; living beyond the lines and within them. Such expansion - big bang! They made this family with lots of daughters