The first anniversary is paper

First poems, Rainer Maria Rilke
Understand, I'll slip quietly

away from the noisy crowd

when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways 

through the pale twilit meadows,

with only this one dream:

You come too.

This is just to say, william Carlos Williams
I have eaten 

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which 

you were probably 

saving for breakfast.

Forgive me

they were so delicious

so sweet

and so cold.

A blog was born

Everybody’s doing it I thought. Hmmmm, but what if I have nothing to say?

Since when do I have nothing to say?