Words sparingly like spice oil
pictures paint the cook book
sometimes when we find each other
we sit and stare and look
though I'm ever skin and bone
I am still amazed
I can spit and wink and grin
and listen, listen ... out comes praise.
Thoughts Up early again. Good. I entertain the doing. Creation right here. Wet clay on the wheel. And I made a pot of coffee without coffe...