What black bean salad, you ask?
2 cans black beans
apples (2) sliced
Fuyi persimmons (also 2) small irregular slices
mixed nuts & raisons from the last hike
liberal handfuls of cherry tomatoes
fresh basil, cut
snap peas slightly steamed
olive oil
pepper
The black beans were in the back of the pantry. Deep reached and resurfacing.
Those last 4 words sum up submitting poetry in my world.
H/c
ReplyDeleteThese were the crossroads one always faces on walks
The silence of the mind is a myth as it races toward image
She saw herself diving, then surfacing, then struggling, then free
She wondered about the crops next year, the harvest, the kill