LINDENS AND HUCKLEBERRY
Trees and lanes and bushes. Like
streets and alleys and avenues too.
Everything within its own sphere of
reference. Being circumstantial, we
may eventually be seen - like evidence
left in the open, on a bare shelf. It may
lead to or mean something, but then
again, maybe not. I know I believe in
something, but maybe not all this. The
garden in which we blushed? The place
from which we escaped? Or were sent
out of? Why would we have been there
had not the path already been set? The
real news of the day would have been if
Adam had NOT consented to the apple.
Don't you think so too?