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Poem for Monday and Pastel Azaleas


Summer's Moon
By Kim Sowol

This night of the cool bright moon,
summer night hazy with clouds,
the fresh, drenching, red dew falls
from unbounded, solemn skies.
Among the highest branches
young insects, happy spirits,
creep through the leaves’ cool shadows—
Ah, such waves of gladness!
Branching, spreading, ascending,
even thorn vines are bathed
in the moon’s oil-like vapor.
Ah, such beauty exiles sleep!
As curving grass stems dance
and the rushes sing their soft song,
O shape into words the ages
held in the light sifting down!
The houses are quiet with sleep
as the wind from the fields of rice
leaves a fragrance.

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We had rain almost all day Sunday, so I had the laziest Sunday of the past 10 years. I spent the morning arguing with Dell representatives, the upshot of which is that I'm getting a new computer (for more than I was hoping but less than I was fearing), though that won't be arriving until mid-May. The highlight of my day was a group Zoom with fannish friends! I was going to follow that with a family Zoom that we've been trying to set up for weeks, but my uncle had connectivity issues.

We had leftover noodles for dinner and watched Batwoman (needed more Kate and her sisters but it was all worth watching for "The Joker isn't in Arkham"), then World on Fire (oh, Sean Bean, you poor broken idiot, pay attention to your children instead of seeing them as extensions of yourself), and then the late showing of Westworld (come on, Maeve and Dolores, you must see that you should be working together). Wet azaleas and a few dry ones from earlier in the week:

2020-04-24 17.38.07

2020-04-24 18.12.02

2020-04-24 18.10.18

2020-04-24 17.36.36

2020-04-24 18.10.15

2020-04-24 17.37.58
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