Still Flowers, 2015
Hello. I hope you are well.
Have I shown you these sunflowers? Quite amazing, aren't they? They make me think of time and its passing.
Yesterday, while riding a bus, I spotted the poet Jack Hirschman on a street corner. He was scribbling notes into a tiny journal. I'm always so excited when I see him out in the world. My first thought was that I'd witnessed part of his poetry writing process, but on further reflection I realized he might have been adding to his grocery list.
I wonder how long I'll remember this scene, a poet on a street corner. How long will I hold on to these fallen sunflowers?
What are you thinking about this last day of November?
