Breakfast on the Porch
I open the Times and force myself to read a few headlines. The news is all bad. Guns and death. War and disaster. Protesting pro this and con that. Yet another, unqualified candidate announces a run for the presidency months before the race. No doubt we’ll have another election that resembles the Kentucky derby with twenty odd dark horses trampling on the issues . . . blah blah blah. I slam the paper shut and rant out loud a bit before the slant of the sun on the fence distracts me.
a conversation with the daffodils they just nod