This one is dedicated to Hiroshige and Brett Harte. And Quincy Troupe, whose “Sonic Fireflies” I read several times times while waiting for a ranger to finish servicing a National Forest privy. The “syncopation of syllables flowing free form” set the perfect beat for the day, even if the mood was quite different. There were no fireflies or prowling black panthers on the yucca covered mountain slope, but you do have to wander what kind of metaphor those decorated eggplants might conjure.
Five sun baked eggplants on the steep Sunset Peak ridge enlaced with copper bracelets, eco-friendly art secret terroir recipe?
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