the second thing

I was going to write about all the events that led up to this hiatus in Boston, but truly, it would mostly read as a rant. How much poetry can be written about delayed visas, unresponsive consulates and the gross incompetency of FedEx?

Exactly.

The world is already riddled with thousands of other similar stories and I'd hate to replicate. So I'll just leave its retelling to someone else and label it all good luck because now I have the pleasure of this gorgeous garden down the street, fences built of old oven grates and broken pieces of wood and plants tended by elderly, first-generation Chinese women. The flowers are fantastic. Just one of the many things I would have missed if I had been whisked away to India on time.