Tuesday, July 01, 2008

The Botanical Collegial Mystery

Sometimes, while lying alone in a hammock looking at the North Star on a cool summer night at 3 a.m., I ask the botanical and cosmological universe:

Whatever happened to Botanist Colleague?

Oh, I know, I know, she is now
Botanist Noncolleague, as it were, as it is, but it's as if my departure ruptured the taxonomy of form and structure, as if the communal chickory connection were dechickoried, pilloried for verbally consorting with me and my ilk, a silk with no S, as opposed to Botanist Colleague, now Botanist Formercolleague, who is bracketed by S's, one might muse.

Just wondering.

2 comments:

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Paulie, go to bed.

When your mind starts going places like that, it's time to sleep.


Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Patti said...

You were alone in the hammock?

What fun is that?

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