What it offers itself.  Crunch.   To be more descriptive:  crunch in a vivid green.
To be truthful as all blogs are, malabar spiniach is not spinach at all.  More vine-ish.  
The same might be said of the next poem written (it not being a poem but more vine-ish).
SALAD ALMOST AS IF IT WERE CAPRESE
heirloom tomatoes --- cube the larger ones & add orange cherries
malabar spinach -- strip the leaves
small mozzarella balls
black olives
pine nuts
olive oil
pepper
toss and serve in a glass bowl
toss the next poem across blank paper
Interrogations of spatial forms
ReplyDeleteDiligence in the everyday
A spark of luminous doubt
Too many potatoes in the field