seeds of doom
whenever we seek you
whenever we sleep at
of round red
The relaxed first days of summer vacation are somewhat marred by the discovery of Cimex lectularius in our house. Luckily they are confined to one room only, as far as we know (the trained sniffing terrier who is coming by today will confirm that, we hope), and they have managed to create a poetic feeling in me, so there's that!
Enjoy the infestation of poetry found today at Random Noodling with Diane. She's celebrating John Ciardi, whose autograph I cherished in a white wooden jewelry box for many years. Where could it be now?