Three Winter Melons
full and hard and hairy as my face
on steroids last time I got the eye pain
they were a good score now the warm winds
bustle out the cold a month ahead of time
three green mysteries play pick-a-box
for soup or curry fry me
fry me choices
about food you don’t expect
they do your head in grace
in the car park of the Star Hall where
the volunteers meet us halt us lame us
failed in vision the first and third Friday
in the month rice tangelos winter melon
the largest sack of spuds butter yellow squash
the pleasure
planning tea
great rhythm ...
ReplyDeleteI feel a garden series coming on ... produce!
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I have the 28 days of flowers coming up starting the 1st of September, so yes, the ground begins to warm...
ReplyDeleteflower a day -- that's a chapbook!
ReplyDeleteI am thinking so. But you know with me...there is always a little manure!
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