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Poem for Tuesday and Brookside Fall Display


Horse Latitudes
By Jo Sarzotti

The past lies in the brine
                           Of equatorial water,
Parchment-folded,
Black ink veining where the quill paused.

Rich doldrums
                            Full of gold
Where Spanish sailors
                            Threw the Queen’s horses,
Palomino, the color of her hair.

On the Outer Banks
                          Each wave a breaking
Promise of the New World,
                           Lost colonies,
Lost ships, wild ponies
                                        Swimming even now.

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I was going to have a quiet chore-filled Monday, but it didn't work out that way. Alice was up in my area for an appointment, so we went out for bagels and compared notes on our Thanksgivings. Then I had a bunch of stops to make, after which I met Angela and Carrie for an early dinner at Lebanese Taverna, where (after I did a bit more shopping because they were stuck in traffic) we spent over two hours catching up since we didn't manage to get together during my insane October and early November.

I liked the first two parts of the Supergirl-Arrow "Crisis on Earth-X" crossover, which felt very comic-book-crossover (not as good as the Marvel movies but much better than anything Agents of SHIELD has managed interacting with the MCU) and appropriately funny ("It was Oliver in the High Castle"). Then we watched the Ravens on Monday Night Football before the late night comedians covering Harry and Meghan's engagement. Some arrangements from the fall flower show at Brookside Gardens:

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