This woke my senses. I can feel red terra cotta tiles underfoot, and smell lemons.
That’s funny–I was going to write “red terra cotta tiles”. Now I see why I didn’t have to.
I had Victorian quarry tiles in my old kitchen. Once a year I rubbed them with tableau red tile polish. They always came up so pretty afterward.
Oh, my. YES. Adoring this.
That scent came right through my screen!
Loving the whimsy of this! All the things that are not, leading to what is. 😊
I’d like to be swimming in those last two sentences. Love the way you wrote this
I’ve been reading Wisława Szymborska. God! she’s good. I can borrow some of her obvious “tricks” but–even in translation she’s subtle and funny.
Ill have to check her out.
I’m just learning about sooooo many poets. She is…accessible. If you get my drift. I don’t get that feeling of being on the butt end of a joke, just suspect I could read even the simplest several times and get a little more each time.
I looked at some of her work and just ordered “Here” from Thriftbooks.
Oh…I remember being in the heat of Italy during a drought – would have loved lemon in water then.
And I went to the public pool…must have been hundreds of people there…
I think I’ll wait for the 3-6 inched of snow that we are supposed to get this evening… the first real snow of this winter for us.
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