Cancer/writing Journal #106
My PSA level was recently checked. Again, too low to be detectable. I also wrote another poem for my writing group. Here it is: Blue Roses We don’t have them but I fear they are coming. Some ambitious horticulturalist will CRISPR snip a bit of forget-me-not and jam it into the double helix of a rose’s DNA, Creating a weird pretzel that nature never would have shaped. The plant world does not do blue flowers much. Hydrangea blue is not convincing, edging into blueland and then retreating. leaving just a tinge. Otherwise, the list is short; blue bells, forget-me-nots, morning glories. Blue bells and forget-me-nots, plenty blue...