tonight would be a good night


    for fireflies, while we sit in the dark
    after another evening of almosts has
    fallen all around us, all around us

    for a walk, since the storm that was almost
    a hurricane has done little more than
    threaten to bring rain, to bring rain

    to write a poem, you said as we walked
    knowing it would do me good to search
    for words in the dark, in the dark


    P. S. — There’s a new recipe.


    1. I just happened onto your blog; don’t ask me how I got here. I scrolled down and read the excerpt from the poem by Kunitz. Of course, I had to read the entire poem, which really spoke to me. I continued reading, then, your post and saw a reference to the Waco Mammoth Site. I live within a few miles of that site! How strange life is. I will likely visit your blog more often. Thanks for sharing that wonderful poem.

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