Wednesday, November 2, 2011


I could hardly
count on both hands

Look at it.
I myself a flutter in delight.

Azure, beautiful
as one would expect,
and Gaudy.

Where's November /
Nothing could depart more outrageously from the norm than
Painting Watercolors in Pink, and a little peacock blue.

It is sweet.

. . . . . . . .

The OED word of the day for the erasure poem|commentary is 'popinjay.' What I would have erased on a rainy day in Seattle would have left a wildly different poem, of that I have no doubt.

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