Pandora's Box
After
Sometimes
the raw data of doing
just doesn’t jell
until way late
in the canning or
cleaning
or whatever
comes
after
cling peaches
blushing apricots
whipped cream
POEM OF MINE … I’m going to start each month with a poem of my own. I think this one was in response to a poem of Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer <www.wordwoman.com> – whose May Day and Mother's Day poems appeared here at Telluride Inside... and Out at the start of this month. She maintains a poem-a-day practice, and has done that for several years now …