To Ruth, my lady of Old Testament lore,
I'm not going to think of you anymore.
I'm done with you, friend, and---Call me a bore---
I’m over all that went down on the threshing floor.
Though I commend you, Maiden, as you'll always be
the Perfect daughter --- so unlike me---
but wait, now I ponder... never have I "gleaned"
with my mother-in-law---in conspiracy.
Well my dear----we reap... & we sow!
What's up with Rwanda, I don’t quite know.
And Paris here too, for the timing was such
that I couldn't ignore the Fauvist bunch...
Like Sandor Ziffer, painter of the above,
One of the 8 who Redefined
Which is hardly mentioned, when you clink
on this link
And read The Stone Boat
And see what you think
And maybe later have a stiff drink---
And ponder all of love's many manifestations,
as you drain the sink.