A final thought,
a small one
before I cut up chicken
and drop it in my
slow cooker.
An
e e cummings poem
comes to mind.
love is more thicker than forget
love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly love is less always than to win it is most sane and sunly |
I think a person could get carried
away and think,
“I have important things to do.”
But,
in truth,
What can be more important
than a white edge
drawn around a red-gold leaf?