My face / the afternoon sunlight emblazoned
the living room / gentle solo piano slowly turned
And the green plants grow. They are loved by water.
Owen sent me a link about a fight.
Tom Wolfe v Irving//Mailer/Updike.
I googled who's dead. All but Irving.
a pot of genmaicha arose / as a genius.
I scrambled up to make it.
An afternoon as fragile as a bubble.
I recognize leisure
A wave gently unrolling
The golden light, the passing glance of warmth,
The sunlight deliriously received
before fading into someone else’s
hemisphere.
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