Reply to an Invitation to a LuncheonBetsy Wheeler
Dear Whomever, This day is perfect in its easy conversation. Two succulent enthusiasts, roiled by the afternoon’s hot heat just now passed by my open kitchen window, un-busied with the act of watering their little spiny darlings. Together they make a book with dried edges waiting for a cousin to the rain. Have you met them? If, over a chicken salad dressed with grapes, I turn to you, sipping tea, & say: Water! or Warden! will you rally? Will you share with me your harbored barn fan? A rattled tray of candies? Let’s board abandoned light. Let’s keep it in a pocket like the marveled brains of bottom dwellers. Let’s wait for it become of use: say, while zooming around with someone unfamiliar. If we meet in the afternoon, will we need a parasol? I’ve got a green one.
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