Beautiful natural blossoms,
Pure delicate body,
You stand without trembling.
Little mist of fallen starlight,
Perfect, beyond my reach,
How I envy you.
For if you could only listen,
I would tell you something,
Something human.
- 'To a Blossoming Pear Tree' James Wright

Out for a drink after the gig at the Pear Tree.

Backblipped yesterday.