sauerkraut
who faults you, cabbage, when you’re sweet and young nourishing, tractable, inoffensive. but salt, darkness and time bring out your wisdom, the sting of life, the critics.
who faults you, cabbage, when you’re sweet and young nourishing, tractable, inoffensive. but salt, darkness and time bring out your wisdom, the sting of life, the critics.
old friends, old vine grenacha, ratatouille. old tongues return to poets of old. we quote from memory, and when that fails us, there’s project gutenburg!
house littered with instruments i rarely touch, i go out to work, selling lullabies to babies. the dandelion, too, makes an honest living, enticing us to blow.
family spread apart. such joy, such grief. warm spell passes. we hold each other in the dark.