Interrupted communication – summer/winter. blue and white arms serving only to service each other with the plate passing of squash and cranberry dishes while on other side is whatever is so-called prima vera.
bronze pages of illuminations shuffled through by kids’ shoes, critters, dogs aware there are no bones there -other than skeletons of resolutions broken and ready to be re-written soon.
trees for the forest revealed and lazy-eyed. anything can take on object to their subjective selves as they no longer provide shade nor shelter for soil reposed till the plate comes around again with rutabaga, celeriac, potato and maybe with all luck borscht will move to bring hibiscus back to birth then the violets follow
and it’s back to the budding grove.