Gertrude

It was on a day like today.
Although not quite entirely.
Before it was October, but it
felt like January.  It was like
January, but it was only October.
Today it was February, but it felt
like July. July is February, a Julyish
February indeed.
Today the blades of grass
were sweating green to cover
up the blue.

Certainly today was not
a time for tea parties.
Today was a time for
sitting around, doing nothing,
really nothing.  The work of
geniuses, thanks to one
Gertrude Stein.
This was today no question.

I do think that Gertrude
was doing her usual,
that is, nothing.  After all those
tea parties, she needed
her absolute nothingness
back absolutely.

She invited Pablo, but he
was with a continual
narrative that was not
continued to July, only
February.

So it was just Gertrude.
Gertrude, of course, did
nothing best with Gertrude.
So Gertrude did nothing and
worked of becoming a genius
by doing nothing, absolutely
nothing.