Anna Couani #150

I remember sitting in the gushing streets

light brown coloured water

must’ve been summer rain

the water was warm

running over our legs and feet

we had the mountain slow combustion stove

warm inside the house

after running home in the snow

today we went out into the weather

for necessary pruning

rugged up but

getting wet

working hard

water running over our feet

then inside

making pikelets

and the years fell away

as the room steamed up

evoking all those mountain kitchens