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Look! Our storm-thrashed garden,
that parade of ants tottering
about on high heels waving rose
petal parasols: the same petals
in which yesterday I watched bees,
one after another—bandy legs
glittering with gold—
enjoy themselves, and which
tomorrow at breakfast
will blossom on your lips.
Summer Reading Book:
A Whole New Mind by Daniel Pink
Texts:
Distant Early Warning by Rad Smith
Native Guard by Natasha Trethewey
Ariel: The Restored Edition by Sylvia Plath
The Colossus and other poems by Sylvia Plath
The Spirit Level by Seamus Heaney
Seeing Things by Seamus Heaney
The Faber Yeats: Poems Selected by Seamus Heaney by W.B. Yeats
The New Yorker
Thanks to “Team Empathy” (EmmettErinClaireJen) for these interesting, fun self-tests!
Condominium high-rises, God said, Day 1, and all of a sudden there they were,
A beacon in the middle of the soon to be city center:
With ten foot ceilings, and river views: a gas fire place and an already furnished
Living room complete with love seat
A kitchen aid, mixer, and sub-zero refrigerator: three bedrooms two and a half bath.
