Nov 21
Visual Haiku
categories: Cocktail Hour / Getting Outside / Reading Under the Influence
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wild cucumbers
Herewith, a couple of visual haiku. Three lines invoking a season, denoting a shift or change. Silence.
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And now, reusing the original image as a line [puffballs, jack-in-the-pulpit seeds, wild cucumbers]:
Bill (re: your window), why do they still kill whales? Energy was a fine 19th century reason, why does the practice continue??
snacks
Sweet! Those wild cucumbers look fierce. So glad, generations ago, they were captured, tamed, and domesticated. If only it worked for the blackberries.
I don’t know if these are even related to table cucumbers… These are hollow, with a web-like understructure, and four seeds that slide out the open top when the time comes…