justwrite 12 13 december

when the rain turns plain cold there’s an abundance of advice there’s a nice place to stay there’s a way there’s a will to deviate from what’s expected there’s an oft-neglected path but not through yellow woods as the good Robert frost was keen on believing and there’s no way he was deceiving he just had a different view an older truth the newer youth and the norther south all wrapped up in the loving cup of growing riper the market-based economy the kind in the bazaar the change-giving and the sweetness ringing dripping straight from the palate of pumpkins and eggs with a rabbit’s furry leg the only part stretched out without its withouts kept within there are thin strings of mushrooms held from lifted arms waved like a brown waterfall of charms wrinkled with goodness and flavor worth savoring in so many soups in scoops of gravy and savory othersuch the cabbage bigger than my head instead of something reasonable to pass by seems mainly treasonable I couldn’t do it and I brewed up those carrots too the dirtiest ones the beans all white running into cups to a bag to be dragged toward some other dish mashed with the mish and empanadas soup rice and all these mean beans in these scenes I’d prefer more but there’s the door and I’m staying on this side it’s not quite that bad but when’s the last time I had oh so many yespleases there are freezes on the supplies there’s no peanut butter surprise again and again the confusion of a people with the illusion that peanut butter is a silly idea is an unnecessary condiment because what would you use it on where has plain butter gone and who eats nuts anyway we’re just a few sunflower seeds away from a high-yield field of moviemaking magic but nothing tragic it’s healthy and you needn’t be wealthy just spit and chew or however you crack it just track those trails in shells through football matches and worn dirt patches there they are in pockets and sold by seated grannies allday fighting off the birds just a cup of income at a time and not much profit to stop it or to keep it going but still the day’s spent sowing seeds in the eyes planting the idea and watching it grow and these people know they’ll be back for a bag of black snack winking open like eyes and spitting images onto the anyseason earth