The Cucumbers of Praxilla
Of Sicyon
What is the best we leave behind?
Certainly love and form and ourselves.
Surely those. But it is the mornings
that are hard to relinquish, and music
and cucumbers. Rain on trees, empty
piazzas in small towns flooded with sun.
What we are busy with doesn't make us
groan ah! ah! as we will for the nights
and the cucumbers.
Jack Gilbert
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Deer feeding in the field behind my house on Russ Hill Rd.
"Misguided Angel"
Roasted garlic
Light blue chambray shirt my ex gave me
The laughing Quebecois girl, washing the grass off her legs
Peregrine over Spruce Mountain
"Early Sunday Morning"
About Crusher
- Crusher
- Look, Crusher is a crusher. Crusher crushes things. If Crusher crushes something of yours, don't take it personally. It's just what Crusher does. Unless Crusher says, "Crusher is crushing this," at which point Crusher will brandish or point to or lift an eyebrow at or otherwise indicate what Crusher is referring to, "precisely and only because it is yours." Then you should take the fact of Crusher crushing something of yours (at least one thing, but possibly more) personally.
Crusher's Counter. It Counts Things While Crusher Crushes Things.
See? Crusher Told You About Crusher's Crushings
See? You Should Not Doubt Crusher On These Things
(Novelist/Tool with a pipe)
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The Ugandan boy's long fingers, splayed on the white tablecloth.
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