Friday, March 20, 2015


Lunch at Mayson Kayser
Squash Soup
(no photo)
Bread and Olive Oil
Great Mixed Greens
Portraits by our Waitress/Photographer
Happiness Up Close
Goofin' Around Selfies
 Too serious? Better.

Say tomorrow doesn't come
Say the moon becomes an icy pit.
Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified.
Say the sun’s a foul black tire fire.
Say the owl’s eyes are pinpricks.
Say the raccoon’s a hot tar stain.
Say the shirt’s plastic ditch-litter.
Say the kitchen’s a cow’s corpse.
Say we never get to see it: bright
future, stuck like a bum star, never
coming close, never dazzling.
Say we never meet her. Never him.
Say we spend our last moments staring
at each other, hands knotted together,
clutching the dog, watching the sky burn.
Say, It doesn’t matter. Say, That would be
enough. Say you’d still want this: us alive,
right here, feeling lucky.
(The Conditional by Ada Limón)

There was no dog
Just us two old friends
Holding hands

Home Again


Marti said...

Joy in your lovely faces. Joy in the simple sharing of a meal. Joy in a long friendship. Joy and love, plain and simple and rich beyond compare . Joy for all of us that you shared this day with us Michelle.

Mo Crow said...

Spring in New York and the blossom will be out soon!

grace Forrest~Maestas said...


Nancy said...

I think it is safe to say, that one of my MOST favorite treasured things is longtime friends. Love seeing the pure pleasure and joy in your faces. You brought a smile to mine :)

Peggy said...

So happy great! Xoxo