
This furry sage (salvia argentea) became gigantic over the summer, its dragon-tongued white flowers exploding over the sidewalk, until turned to brown curly seeds and tattered stems, I cut it back to nubbins. And now this. The leaves are as soft as my cats’ and I go out to stare at them in different light, and pet them a little. That it is growing next to an old typewriter is pure serendipity. I am digging (hahaha) for the poem still, and listening to what the leaves and the frozen typewriter keys seem to be reminding me.

I almost forgot the thousand thousand earwigs it was sheltering in its dead leaves. I began then to try to make peace with those scary little aliens who were apparently cleaning up for me.

Can you bring me your new book to purchase tonite?
Janet Roberts
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JR, I can bring my book(s) to our game afternoon it looks like. They should arrive momentarily!
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the furry leaf photos are wonderful, sensous, I can feel them from 1000 miles away. also the earwigs. haha not feeling thise.
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I love the softness of those leaves!
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