Consider the ordinary as anything but. Be it young. Be it mature.
Consider a 2 garbanzo bean salad. Toss young and mature beans with olive oil, splash balsamic, twists of pepper, tomatoes, nuts (but which kind?), a snip of fresh herb.
Perhaps add cooked chicken. Perhaps not. The same goes for shrimp.
Where did you place the poem to accommodate?
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ReplyDeleteWe saw the boats and empty bins
turned toward their end in ruin
We wandered by and drank from them
So empty and so barren
We threw our silver down, oh yes
Picked it up and threw it down again
We stole the biggest of the lot
In the dark without the rain