Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Shell

I hadn't noticed the similarity between shells & salads.  Striation & layers.  Stories.  Unfoldings. Things unexpected.

That is, until this lunch.

Purslane with shell on the side

Persian cucumber
Lemon cucumber
Pitted black olives
Chioggia beets
Feta
Fresh mint
Olive oil
Black pepper
Fresh lime -- squeezed

And the purple leaf, you ask?
Agapanthus -- that word is a poem.



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  1. Susan E. GangelJuly 27, 2015 at 9:10 AM

    cp 293 stirrup

    BIBS
    arrows al LIT UP
    we want to go home
    but no--95 all flooded

    She exits
    not knowing fortune, the future
    not a bit like the boat, the stick,
    that clamshell we played with

    sisters on a beach, our bxw laughter

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