A couple weeks ago I stood at the edge of the East River just as this wee procession traveled past. The first thing I thought of:
Each bloom a floral Ophelia,
petalled and pistilled and
twittering en route to a watery beginning or end.
Drowning in gowns of pinks light and dark.
I really like the musical selections today, even if they're all big-a$$ bummers. Bright spot: two Nick Lowe tunes in a week!
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