It feels really weird not to be posting a poem, so here, have one:
To the Gods of SummerDandelion, isn't it time?
Dark was the British winter, and dank,
and what passed for spring
just more of the same. When will you
show your face around here again?
Mayfly, who live for just a day,
when will you take the time
to drag your larger, longer shadow
down from the sundial?
May we be granted the sight,
if not of sun, then of a yellow
so luminous we gray souls look
and then look away:
let acres of oilseed rape bloom,
acidic as your grace.
Swift and swallow working your way
toward heaven on the wind,
let it rattle the scarecrows' rags.
But not enough to scare the rooks
picking at the field left fallow,
not bothering to beg your indulgence.
May the wild plum keep its flowers
just two more days, that it set fruit,
though, come summer's end,
the yield prove largely stone, and sour.
Consider the blackbird, beak full of straw:
who has no nest builds one now.
Who has a house wanders out of it, forgetting
where she was going in a sudden snow
of cherry petals, so fine their fury.
--Debora Greger
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I've been enjoying this season of
Leverage: Redemption and I especially enjoyed this week's episode.
( Let's go steal some spoilers ) So that was super satisfying.
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This afternoon was endless - I did not have much in the way of work, which made it feel even longer. I am definitely counting down until summer Fridays start on 5/23. We keep trying to convince management to institute winter Fridays or all year round Fridays, but it hasn't happened yet. I hope whoever they end up hiring to be the new CEO understands that there would be a huge mutiny if they ever took summer Fridays away.
Anyway, it did end eventually, and now it is the weekend. Whew!
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musesfool) wrote2025-05-13 10:05 pm
