Saturday, September 2, 2017

POLISH AND BALM

And so another day of heat draws to a close. Today was cooler and just a bit muggy. Fortunately, I was indoors at a baby shower, so it was cool and featured lovely food! Here were my gifts. 





The bib and baby placemat were said to be 80 years old. I would wear a pair of these booties for sure. My cousin (first cousin, once removed) Tauni is having a boy that will be named Leonardo. (His dad is Italian.) My other excellent cousins made lovely baby gifts, stuffed animals and the like. I was out of iPhone battery, so no snaps of their stuff. Here's the back of my head next to Janet. Hair looks good, right? 








 And here's Tauni.




POLISH AND BALM

Dust develops
from inside
as well as
on top when
objects stop
being used.
No unguent
can soothe
the chap of abandonment.
Who knew
the polish
and balm in 
a person's
simple passage
among her things.
We knew she
loved them
but not what
love means.

— Kay Ryan, The Best of It: New and Selected Poems, Grove Press, New York, 2010





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