12 November 2024
in progress
privileged earthling
my friend Drink Pink-Gin, founder of inflight entertainment now, drinks pink gin whilst travelling to and from their holiday destinations (only the travel is work), an armless hirsute I would join in on if it were not for the carbon cost of the underarm miles to get there
and back – to our paradisaical home in lutruwita to where all air roads seem to lead – at least to a hick like me who, although devoted to the endemic vegetation (more on hereafter, below), also, like Drink does, loves the pale pink Cécile Brünner that strays beside the arbour in our garden beneath kunanyi
who rises 1200 metres before us
she’s a darling of a mountain, tho’ she frowns when weather deeps around her and rough clouds bruise her brow