For awhile I thought something
was bubbling over on the stove
but .. no
I am cooking. I know what’s up.
We are having lentils and rice
with seven spice I got today from
the bulk bin at Holy Land Grocery
I suppose that drumming sound is
simply the spotting rain that was
promised all day, finally tuning up
the asphalt shingles for a bit of a
percussive supper.
This morning early I was listening
to a sitar in kirtan and this evening
Baez singing Diamonds and Rust
and Waltzing Matilda.
I am surprised I can hear anything
at all over my waterfall of tears.
It is deepening autumn in the
upper midwest and dark is
already over me - deepening.
...
David L. White © 2014
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