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Thursday, August 02, 2007

The possibility of snakes



"... The smell of cucumber.... Her mystery roses...."

From "Heart" by Catherine Bowman

4 comments:

am said...

Thanks for these cool leaves on a hot day.

The comment verification word is "snydo." Gary Snydo?

Am appreciating all these great leads to poets. Following your links, I found "Spice Night," another fine poem by Catherine Bowman.

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

I like to think that none of us dies; we just play dead, waiting as Tom Sawyer did, to see if we approve of the funeral service or its lack.

Pythia3 said...

Love the title - your photos and their respective titles are poetry.
Hope you're enjoying the day :)

Knitting Painter Woman said...

Snakes? What's with snakes? Love the leaves.
And Mr. Lowenkopf's bit about Tom Sayer and death.