each winter their mounds of sweetness
rise from the citrus bins
ripe, luscious to the tongue
they quickly disappear
leaving aficionados to mourn the loss
and seek solace in the common navels
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Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
What I'm Reading Right Now
- Picasso Trilogy by John Richardson
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- In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
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