It’s a good day for EmilyI sip tea and watch the rainchin in my hand, like any womanprone to flights of fancyand often confined at homesince the spring, our garden has growninto a tangled beastuntamed and freenature gone to seed in glorious abandonunchecked and vivacious as a fertile mindliberated from the chains of societysending outContinue reading “Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another”
Floating in my cup of tea:
the bric-a-brac chunk leftovers
from the small scoop of flavorful dust
I stirred in, along with honey. . . .
Baudelaire said to be drunk, always, so this morning I am choosing tea and sunshine. . . .