Sunday, June 05, 2011

A sense of wonder is wasted on me:
Amarcord vitiates all presently
Beheld wonders which the Lord Lapidary,
As shaper of the Pale Blue Dot, sees fit
To append to this middle-aged bit
Of my wonder-garlanded life.

The first stanza in a poem to be included in my forthcoming collection. Here is a video.