When I discover the name of the plant, I am delighted as only a good punchline amuses:
& there's more. I'm walking in the nearby, down my street by the house with the lush vegetation where I always linger to see what can be seen. Yes, yes, Rincinus Communis. Living in the happy Faraway nearby.
So what's for lunch? Something celebratory & colorful.
Pizza Faraway Nearby: fresh figs, tomato, feta, walnuts, black pepper. Yummy.
& the poem:
one should be as greedy for love
as one is for the ripest of peaches