Cine, I have yet to make root beer, but it is one of my favorites. I didn't know you used your feet to make it...
It is a beauoooooootiful day. I have the house all clean, (except for the moping...) Now I think I will play in the garden.
I am sure I posted this poem before, but here it is again. I think of it when the weather is this nice, the tree leaves are finally opening, and my hope is floating.
#95
i thank you God for this most amazing day: for the leaping greenly sprits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and of wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any- lifted from the no of all nothing- human merely being doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
