photo z m evensen
Looking for diesel oil for my thirsty persimmon truck,
I drove into King City -- crossed the tracks
next to rusty dilapidated buildings and fallowed fields.
Town folks in white sombreros walk in bunches --
as if walking alone is penance at high noon.
The town sighs under the weight of purgatory --
its billboards and store signs frozen.
Time seems to move in foggy circles.
Yet, as I got lost past the labyrinth
of small streets and narrow driveways,
of small streets and narrow driveways,
homes explode in an allelujah
of red geraniums and life!
of red geraniums and life!
z m evensen
27 jun 1998 -- re 24 par 2010
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Botanical Note: This geranium is supposedly relatively new. I got a cutting from an friend. To my surprise, the flowers are variegated as well as solid.
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Botanical Note: This geranium is supposedly relatively new. I got a cutting from an friend. To my surprise, the flowers are variegated as well as solid.
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