Thursday, August 9, 2012

Postcards from Summer, 3

Butterfly weed.
The Frankensquash that grows in our compost heap.
What I've been waiting for, all summer. RIPE TOMATOES.
Off to Alexis' wedding this weekend! I'm going to cry, a lot, when they say their vows, and when I read my toast, and when I watch them dance to Wonderful Tonight. Oh, heavens. I can't believe this day is finally almost here for my best friend in the whole world.

All this time
The sun never says
To the Earth,
"You owe me."
What happens
With a love like that:
It lights the

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Becky said...

Have fun. Is the poem there your toast? It's beautiful.

Kristina Strain said...

The poem was a small part of my toast. Glad you like-- I found it on Pinterest!

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