Memories of Dinners Past
green beans and brown
potatoes fried crisp
dumplings and free range chicken
fresh from the oven bread
rich with honey
unpasteurized milk
home-churned butter -
food to fuel farms
from first milking to last
from hay dropped dew heavy on Monday
to racked, shocked and hauled by Thursday
(before the rain
before the first flash of August lightening)
as you mow your postage stamp
weed the window box
harvest a salad's crop of patio tomatoes
memories of from-scratch dinners flood your thoughts
but there is no farm
worked sunup to past sundown
to burn the repast
only a couch
remote
reruns
and the light tap of keys
as your bottom spreads
and memories fade
The homepage on hold until ???--- Writer's Hood, the best poetry on the web,
at http://www.writershood.com/ Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
|