Excellent summer poem - I'd never seen it before. "One wishes for more / But it suddenly turns to / Leave / Dragging summer away"

And gelati - rich yet lighter than ice cream.

I love that poem.

Hadn't thought of August that way before, but I can see it.

I'm going for some veggies tomorrow. I like the idea of green leek soup.

What a wild day. The images of DC's inner city girls will be dancing in my cranial skull cavity. The automobile gas fumes, women's perfume,
and overhead airplanes...
...
make me sneeze on the fruits
vegetables, and sweet onions.
Sometimes a shoppers snorts.
Professional lawyers hate that.
Farmera hate snorts and toots.
Why make snorts noises? huh?
Time to conks out. Hit thee hay.
Owl_Says_Who check lice huh?
Stella check ears for wax gelato?
Wakingupslowly? check for leek?
Zumamalicious? green leek? pea?
Shoplifter in DC made off? 1- leek?
Somebody steal one leeks. O Zuma?
Zumamalicious stole one green leek?
that's okay. a moment is one eternity.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said a moment
is one concentrated eternity. two times.
I'll go gaze at the Moon and cool downs.
inner city women make boondocks wow!
I wish I went straight to my lonely pillow.

My computer is so slow. I can't get back on the front page.
My daughter, Christinea, She drops the 'a' likes cinnamon.
She toast raison and cinnamon bread. She'll wed in autumn.
I bought her a colorful homemade Amish quilt. No be married?
sigh.
Remembrance:`There use to me Mr. William Timberman who was a mentor to many on G.G. Unclaimed Territory. I read UT for six months to learn the language. Mr. Timerman would write sorta like this:`The 60's revolution wasn't really one. We people fell far short of that.
Bill Timberman one day wrote od his disagreement with writers on detail- Naomi Wolfe said:`adolescent leftist read Marx rather than Montesquieu. She had a clue?
Timberman was big on economic justice. It's essential. Necessary. It's the basis for liberty. Well.
He' write. W.T.'d Fill ya in gently.
He kept your attention as a mediator.
I never even knew what a libertarian was.
He's use words like 'Hunky-dory. O so fun.
He's write of Teddy R. and Dooey. Hiroshima.
Nagasaki, rye whiskey, God, Guns, Rt-wingers,
Guys on talk-radio's vile Rush Limbaugh, but ...
William Timberman was a reconciler. a fair ump.
He's express worry that banker may be strung up!
He was never mean. He meant good common folk-
are fed up! He worried politico would get hemp`ed!
What he so communicated so well- no get to the era!
Crooks get strung up on inner DC lamppost. Or thee
Oak Trees!
Hi W. Timberman.
You okay? I pray so.
Ya no mean. Ya no bonkers.
You never bewildered readers.
Well. Hearts are still war sore.
O phooey. Last night? You hear?
Insects rub hind legs together tho.
The night noise of the legs was calm.
Maybe latter my gadget will be hocked?
I go into DC and hock a few farmer rockets?
huh? That's nonviolent. It's nasty corn pollen.
The corn tassels hang and the doves go coo coo.

You made me smile. The poetry of your comments is always so full of beauty truths.

I adore leek soup, gelato and summer markets. The art sounds interesting...I think I may stick with food though:)

You had me until the gelati being better than ice cream thing.

Thanks for the poem, and for pointing me to Buffy W. Much appreciated!