BP #3b: garden (further thought...)

this explains

the transplanted

'purple passion'

plant with two

lonely leaves,

sitting in a cup

of water/aqua

waiting to be

transplanted

outside.



perhaps upset too,

rightfully so.



and then i go and

tell the landscapist

that we had no garden.



predicament

blocks of communication

forming lego castles of

perplexing possibilities.



and now i have to try to

put it all away for at

LEAST

an hour or two to

attempt to

get some words

down before it's time

to go play corporate pawn

again.



begin.

write.

again.



or, as Miller

put it,

\"if you can't write,

at least work...\"

or something to

the effect - meaning

at least stick with the material,

come to know it intimately. edit,

read, plan when you're not specifically

writing new words or putting the pieces

together...