Summer Freshness The sky is like a blue jellyfish. And all around are fields, rolling meadows - Peaceful world, you great mousetrap, Would that I might finally escape from you.. O if I had wings - One plays dice. Guzzles. Chatters about future countries. Each person puts in his own two cents. The earth is a succulent Sunday roast, Nicely dunked into a sweet sun-sauce. If only there were a wind... that ripped The gentle world with iron claws. That would … [Read more...]