Sunday August 15?
Where on earth did the poem i just published come from? Obviously, I need to sit on top of a mountain in a cold stream and cool off for awhile. I guess the buttermilk fried chicken, the potato salad with chives and eggs, the coleslaw, Okeechobee style with orange juice and pineapple, and the salsa, hot, red, meaty, with homegrown tomatoes is a metaphor for repressed passion in my life. Bon Appetit, it could be worse.....Celibacy, properly channeled, feeds people well. later.