Kerri Shying R # 464 - drumhead cabbages solid through the heart

you cooked me sausages   the creamy boiled German ones

that tear like silk voile on the tooth   pale not bland

another surprise in our  sweet cul de sac   safariland

of small dogs   unleashed   seeking the other out

little fur missiles  whimpering  at gates  where like calls to like  

 drumhead cabbages  solid through the heart

fattening for the sustenance   of winter  people 

impervious to bugs  that lay the summer  greens  to waste

we are the long strides   taken  when  the fire

so easy to ignite  in young creek beds   is taken on the road 

hidden from the air until the moment comes    to breathe