Monday, June 17, 2013
Finding Brussels sprouts & poetry in unlikely places.
Yoshi's/SF is a premier jazz club & Japanese restaurant. So, on the menu my friend & I spy Brussels sprouts. We are both keen on this sometimes maligned vegetable. Our wait-person encouraged us to order them. We did so and feasted on crispy sprouts, lemon, toasted almonds/cashews in furikake with cauliflower puree. Oh, yes, the sashimi -- an inspiration. Often, food is the poem as was the music. Stephanie Teel's band & special guests, a benefit for Marriage Equality. Did I mention dancing?
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(Hypotheticals cont.)
ReplyDeleteA short delay in the departure of the train
allowed the merchant to unwrap a letter
and he began to try and figure out why
it had been sent to him, and was it to him alone?
"They surround me, the people of good taste.
One door is shuttered, the other opens to a garden,
endless birds and trees of exotic origin.
Love is an arrow, stuck in the side of a barn."
The letter continued in a more hieroglyphic form
and the merchant wondered if the words formed a code,
one which might break open the case
and offer solutions to the workers of the foundry.