A 1950s Florida Day and July 20 and 21, 1969
Winged ants fly
From a small house
At the foot of Mount Fuji.
~ Buson
The clapboard house shines white in afternoon
Brevard in sunlight. There in front are green
And orange from the flame vine. There’s no moon
Above these flowers and leaves. A distant scene
So far across the future that’s unknown,
A scene encompassing the moon and men,
The little blond-haired boy at play alone
Could not foresee. Trajectoried amen
Across the cratered surface up above
Was not included in the sight of wings
Upon the blossoms, tonguing nectar love.
That day no hint of lunar futures sings.
The little things, those leaves, and blooms, and blond—
And bees— do not perceive the launch beyond.
~ Phillip Whidden
Phillip,
Thanks for these pictures and poetry of the old US 1 homeplace.
The brown-haired kid named Woody
Thanks, brown-haired kid. I almost never check here for messages. Sorry.
Happy birthday, Phillip! Today is February 10. You were born (I think) 74 years ago. May God continue to bless you.
Thanks, Dan. I only just now saw your message. Sorry.