Nose of Apollo Butterfly
He was perfectly attractive otherwise and
there was no reason to think otherwise and there was no reason to change
it. Not only was he perfect, he was godlike, and there was no reason to
Cow with Red Knee
It's true I don't like certain flowers;
there's no getting around it. I used to like them more (let us not name
them here), but they offended me by not admitting they'd offended me, and
I do not like them.
Well I would still have them in the house,
I guess, but I do not like them.
The School of Botany with Flight of Butterflies
Unfair to the moonstruck cow that the
butterflies gather attention quicker. More quickly than the fired
newspaperwoman who made up stories. The botanical school of marmalade.
Up in her jewelry box in the attic a
turquoise ring, maybe aquamarine. Wouldn't ever fit me, or maybe would
now. They lay in that bed for years, staring at the wooden ceiling that
was just like a floor. But it's true no child was conceived there.
Tourist at a Beauty Spot
The beauty spot just below the mouth and
off to the left a little. And the left side generally more troublesome,
though it is all relative. The relatives are responsible, and it's a very
bad long joke.
Window Open to the Sky
Once during a semi-hurricane all the tools
left out in the rain were ruined, and rain poured in through the skylight
and the two hurried off in the truck to go save something, anything, but
they did not succeed.
My Cart, My Garden
Her brother in the wagon was blue, or it
was the colorized photograph, old-fashioned, old-brothered. A little blue
cap, some little yellow hair. And she pulled him around and she talked to
him and she heard him. He was a happy child in his hair wagon.
The Donkey at Work
This job is too simple for this donkey, who
is quite a genius. He might have what's called a good attitude now, but
it won't last forever. And what do you think? He's resigning, not
Heavily Worn Roadbed, the Garden of Stones
When they were planted, they were already
old, and some of them were thirsty. And some of them were perennials, and
some not. And they were not loved individually exactly, but that did not
matter to them so much as you'd think.
Run Grass, Jump Pebbles
He is saving the crystal radio project for
another time. There was some discussion of bicycles, but it didn't work
out. There was perhaps a flat tire, or simply a tire that needed air, but
there was little discussion and littler understanding.
Farewell My Dwellings
To have more than one dwelling is a
blessing; to have more than one body is a certainty. Each and every
morning the body is new--and that means yours too, my darling, my
The Very Rich Soil
Finally the dried-up trumpet-vine roots
showed life--feathery shoots in the delightfulest green, with little
brown tinges around all the edges, reddish really. And now to decide
where to plant them.
Diane Wald | Screen Six
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