/~Let us go then, you and I, / When the evening is spread out against the sky~/ (120/365.2)

and that wraps up the end of poetry month. hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. and the last poem is the love song of j. alfred prufrock by t.s. eliot. (i did roll up my pants. i could not find a peach though. nor a beach with mermaids.)


(I tried to celebrate by getting a nice tripod and maybe a remote. I got the former but no luck on the latter, so there may have been some "issues" with the timer and riding around in circles ;-)