I had a talk with God,
told him I was an archivist, since I have learned that now
and I shared with him how I felt like I needed something to archive. I was daydreaming of going to exotic places to watch a community and record life. And so, right in my back yard, he gave me cotton-candy blue and pink clouds and a velvety looking insect known by the grand name of Imperial Moth. He gave me an emerald that dropped straight from the sky, a bluebird on the fence and one cool morning I glimpsed a proud, red gladioli left alone on the bank with the deep blue-eyed gypsy, chicory, clustered in admiration all around her.