Friday, April 17, 2015

New Jersey

I am remembering the garden state -- corn and waiting for it to grow, knee-high by the 4th of July. Here, in the banana belt of San Francisco, I await the Russian kale to grow a bit higher.   Soon, very soon.

A salad, of course.  It's the poem to accompany which will be the surprise.

Meanwhile, the farmers markets are flush with fava leaves. Yes, leaves of the fava.

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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 18, 2015 at 11:41 AM

    cp 181 crime scene 12

    manifold diagram
    set of wrenches
    rusty top of nail can
    a metric ruler
    two sets of small hammers
    what looks like a compact
    not much powder left
    a light rouge color
    but old

    a small kid keeps looking at the couch
    check pillows--
    two patterns do not match

    large supply of white bread
    no kale

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