
This watery plane I cleave in two.
Pictured calm thus I undo.
I am the dark and toothy rule,
Frog's bane and no one's fool.
Come closer sweet and see my smile
I'll whisper secrets. For a while.
What is it about plant blindness? What do you notice? Weeds and trees leaves and flowers? I see color, form and substance. Plants in my suburban garden feed us and the angora rabbits. Plants color the wool that I spin. Here's the thing - my husband has lost his job. I just don't know what to say here.
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