Ed Medley

at first glance a wall

but a  visage lovelier

for weathered sculpture

beyond the surface

freshness – shadows and depth

beguile and confuse

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blue me, wandering beside blue canal –

I  laugh at a hawsered laundry of

bicycles:

bicycles everywhere;  stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums

yet these two, almost kissing

a chaste synapse separating blue and

red:

red lights, not chaste, yet separated from me

by the synapse of canal and too little money

so: blue me

Amsterdam images, compressed into poesy, from vagabond visits in 1985 and 1986

in winter’s wet lee
beauty piques as maiden’s glee:
– surprise! birthday cake

On a stormy, wet winter Saturday – two days before Spring starts – we went to an Ikebana Show in San Francisco. I got lost in the complex displays. But I found joy in the elegant and simple arrangements. And:  I was delighted – indeed, piqued – by charmingly picaresque elements peeking here and there. So, I took a few snapshots…