Thanks, Lester, for opening the door for me to write in your space.
Or were you showing me the way out?
By the way, did you know that a door can be a jar? I know your friend Alec is interested in jars.
I’ve been thinking about mushrooms. I’ll share those with you in a while.
Yeah, Sage, I do like jars. I especially like this poem by Wallace Stevens:
Anecdote of the Jar
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.