how the domed greenhouses
I’ve seen a thousand times
have pointed square hats
jaunty in their ventilation
how I can see the roof of the parking ramp
from here
the trucks on top
sparse, cold, unprotected by snow
in solidarity
how houseplants stretch towards cloudy sky
there is nourishment
if not abundance
what we need
if not all we want
Truth is the cleanest museum case for grief
hard angles
spotless glass
pain honored
for its singular
searing
splendor
About solveighanson
I'm a newly fortysomething Plant Breeding Ph.D. student, daughter / sister / auntie, vegetable fan, yogi, sometime cyclist, and enthusiastic if infrequent baker. I started this blog in the summer of 2010 to trace my recovery from a pelvic fracture sustained in a cycling accident. That healing process was truly transformative, and since then I seem to have written mostly about the transformations that have followed.
For a while, I'd titled this blog 'Don't call me a butterfly' because I didn't feel done changing. And while I'm still not done changing, I now realize that neither are butterflies. Ha! So...I've modified the title til a different and better one comes along.
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