Monday, August 2, 2010

Postcard Poetry: Day 7





Translation:
_____

I wanted to write an ode 

To an omelette, but my
brunch spot was closed. 
Instead I walked to buy
some plants -- sweet basil, 
heirloom tomato, taxi tomato, 
cilantro. I line them up on 
the stairs that I climb to
enter my apartment. I have
no pots to re-plant them.
I swat a mosquito from my 
tricep -- "Don't suck MY blood!"
He says, "Hey, we all gotta 
eat," and he flies off. Now
I sing of the food chain. /

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jb

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