There they are -- twins -- in the lower right corner (above). Still as metal. And what are they gazing upon? White bearded irises with a light as if cast by moon. Otherworldly, dream-scape. A quiet hunger. Because bearded irises are rhizomes and edible rhizomes are miraculous -- ginger, turmeric, lotus. All three of those words are petite poems waiting to be eaten.
I don't remember asparagus when we visited " the country" as we called her house in Worthington, Mass. I do remember picking corn, swatting each other with stalks, husking the cobs, buttering them.
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