A tangle of trees, a host of sunflowers
Today I was stuck in the subway for forty-five minutes, going from one line to the next. Last week, though, I took a walk, and was very unstuck.
Thinking of Wordsworth, I came upon a host of sunflowers;
I did not neglect Virginia Woolf,
All this beauty where I live.
R.I.P. Mr. BK.S. Iyengar