for Billy Holiday, as all gardenias must forever be
When a flower visits you three times in three days,
a flower you have met before but hardly remember,
you have to consider the synchronicity,
that this might be the Universe yoo-hooing to you
in a form involuted and sexy and coded and perfumey,
though there’s always the possibility you can touch
and smell and pore over such a thing for weeks and not get it:
this is how people go mad, this may be the Universe toying with you.
OK...now this is getting wierd...Besides the shutters, I was photographing our gardenias, too! I suspect FA is channeling you around here! A gorgeous picture, by the way!
The white seems to come right off the computer screen.