What do I want my life to say?
(Even at this advanced age.)
How about you?
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
What do I want my life to say?
(Even at this advanced age.)
How about you?
From the deep past
then/now contrasts.
The human impulse to COLOR.
Dyes, ornamentation, paint, personal makeup.
With endless variations.
Even what Eve saw in the apple.
an owl balloon
hidden in the attic
resembles an angel
Maybe I’m just a clothes donkey.
Fit anyone else you know?
As Joni Mitchell has sung, “And the painted ponies go up and down, we’re captive on a carousel of time. We can’t return we can only look behind from where we came and go round and round and round in the circle game.”
