“that sudden back-country…” ~ D. Bonta
You can’t take it with you, therefore let’s use it all up.
Let’s open every can of condensed soup, not even heat them up.
Slowly but surely, let’s make our way down every bag
of sugar in the house. The flour’s almost all used up.
The commercial said Love does not comfort. Perhaps not by itself
is what they mean; perhaps the top of the piano must come up.
Heat loves the shade and the birds haven’t finished off all the berries
on the bush— Come eat and stain your mouth after the wash is put up.
In response to Via Negativa: Correspondence.