May Day, Madison, Wisconsin, 2015.

If I invited you to brunch on University Avenue, this is what I could offer.  Or to quote Marv Berkman, “I can’t give you anything but love, baby.”

For a few moments, I am flowering too.  That is why this is so important to me.  In fact, it isn’t simply that I am pink again inside, seeing the street corners and parking lots blush with the ancient lust of petals and bees and birds.  But, in my quest,  I grant myself permission to want – want – to be pink again.

And I am Buddhist enough to understand that desire is everything.

Today for good reason, I am quoting Auden:

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.