One microburst
and one newly polished ring.
Two kisses
two bunches of young carrots.
Three warmest hugs
three quarts of the sweetest strawberries so far, and these are the last.
Oh, no need for tedium. Skip forward:
At least a dozen easy talks, untold topics: coffee, busted knee, food volunteers, Hap,
Portugal, writing, poems, New Zealand, babies, beef shoulder, Morris Book Shop,
shallot scapes, Hot Water Cornbread radio, cholesterol, tractor wizards, farmer
food, Medicare, “Give me another loaf of that damn bread,” golden oyster
mushrooms, maiden names, Katerina, yoga, Brandywine Sudduth, “got my own
inside-out version of ‘Stormy Weather’.”
That’s one full market basket…… I enjoyed walking through this poem.
i agree with amy. i keep coming back to read this poem.
deep sleep
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