muriel rukeyser and delis

I showed up in Miami and found an unwelcome greeting for vegetarians. Attempting a "non-corporate" lunch, we toured a few "delis" and sandwich shops, and decided that most people think it is illegal to put anything else between bread besides the fat of a living animal.

Miami is in serious need of creative eateries. Maybe that will follow the influx of the cafe fad.

We were inevitably saved by my gumption and higher intuition and a nice waitress at the Bagel Cove, another new york, ie Jewish, style eatery peppering the sunnny panera landscape.

But really, without Muriel Rukeyser, I would forget my sense and put shampoo on my leg instead of lotion. Oh wait, I did that.

I need non linear poetry to think straight.

"The universe is a collection of stories, not atoms"

She is the cloud that changes shape, the stars I can see with my eyes, but not my camera. I could yell "Time Changes, See It!" from the rooftops, but few would catch my meaning.

How can I not feel like the mouse sneaking about the mix of cats, or even the cat in the junkyard with the dogs, or the rain storm on its way to the town, with a thousand umbrella-less citizens with fresh hair and sunglasses who never check the weather.