While walking in the Luxembourg gardens I noted to Alejandra the small spikes rising from the heads of statues. I told her they were to keep the pigeons from resting on the statues. She responded that she hopes she never sees a pigeon impaled on one of the spikes.
That got me thinking about a haiku I know:
Fluttering headress
Blood dripping in garden rain
How death crowns a queen
2 comments:
Take pity on the science majors and explain the imagery of this.
On an entirely unrelated topic, can we agree the Scarlet Letter is in the top two worst books in American Lit?
omg, justin, for your reputation's sake, as your apk-dallas partner, i'm begging you to stop.
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