Sunday, February 20, 2005

Winds and weathers. Hungry livestock, bored pets. Today's an excellent day for a hike, or a walk, at least. I'd give anything for a thicket or a hedge, a bare deciduous wood next to water. I'm thinking eastern Washington, lately--Walla Walla. Some small town in easy driving distance of the city. Temperatures in the 50s all week, and still ice on the ponds. An ugly little window begonia is bursting with bright red blooms. My friend from Mexico, Lucero, age 11, who lives now 30 miles south of here with her parents, who work on a ranch, has emailed me this morning to ask me my favorite color. Gosh, long time since I was asked that. Color. Remember color? I love a deep saffron yellow, intense dark indigo, light bright green. And I know hers already--pink. She has the pinkest bedroom I ever saw, right down to the rug, and even had me put pink-rose wallpaper on the monitor of the little Mac I gave her last fall. Lucero means "bright star," I think. She certainly brightens my dark night. Poems: Having fun subjecting--subjugating--bewildering images, just as they come to me, to monotonous rhythms. Now that they're held still, I will do a little surgical augmentation, try to inject some energy. We ate pancakes this morning, with Red Rose tea and orange juice. Lunch is jack cheese quesadillas with avocado and Crystal hot sauce, quartered apples on the side. Tonight--baked yams, brown rice with yeast gravy, cole slaw left over from yesterday. A Sunday--empty, almost sideways in the gale--punctuated by meals. 12:46:19 PM    comment []