Especially poems that talk about origami thoracotomies—they’re like a shortcut to my heart.
Well, the reference to cerulean blue was a shortcut to MY heart. Good ol’ Vancouver episodes…
Reminds me of Gilbert White’s “The Naturalist’s Summer-Evening Walk,” in which the balmy weather makes everyone else “happy,” “sooth’d” or full of “glee” or “relief;” but:
Not so the museful sage: — abroad he walks
Contemplative, if haply he may find
What cause controuls the tempest’s rage, or whence
Amidst the savage season winter smiles.
For days, for weeks, prevails the placid calm.
At length some drops prelude a change: the sun
With ray refracted bursts the parting gloom;
When all the chequer’d sky is one bright glare.
Mutters the wind at eve: th’ horizon round
With angry aspect scowls: down rush the showers,
And float the delug’d paths, and miry fields.
Summertime and the livin’ is easy. Ken Ham and a T. Rex eating cocounuts by the ocean’s breeze.
I’m not one for poetry, but I enjoyed the previous entry, “Kutcher Shocks Nation, Reveals Bush Administration As ‘Elaborate Hoax’.”
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