the sculpture garden was a chance a coincidence or a writing
first!
I was hiking and visualizing a garden I might write about.
It was New Orleans in Spring, last year, and the flowers were
a wonder,
I went to the library and thought the third floor to haunt some book,
a kind of cavern to concentrate.......
The elevator was situated such that one might miss the whole thing,
or not; that day was won already and the garden was then an apparition,
It was a walkabout in an Oasis, not just a miracle of brain to
paper, but mind to heaven, creation there mindful,
one second to one second the image, the reality,
a pose.
A still-life again
then:
(fades to Credits)
"the end of the short"
Then-----------------------
the ship is after all the sequel
a rainbow for your thoughts
NASA
