Daily

As in tea.
As in candle.
As in writing one-line of poetry a day.
As in taking out the cheese early morning, for supper.
As in walking which ties life in a splendid & colorful bow.

Goats

There's an institution of goats taking care of the enviornment in SF.  As in clearing away potential fire hazard.  The goats appear, they eat, they deplete vegetation and they go bye-bye.  Goats with coats of multitudious color and pattern.  I thnk of that delicious cheese.  Cheese being the food closely aligned with poetry.

Garden

Gardens are as various as soups or stews.  Can be wild.  Can be as manicured as an elegant bisque.  Gardens offer seasonal beauty.  So does food.   Poetry is not estranged from the wild, from the eloquent, nor the ripe.  Gardens are also of the imaginary-ilk.

Tea kettle

Many things serve as  containers.  Containers for boiling.  Think of the kettle and tea -- a migration from boil to steeping.  Tea is an exquisite food, an elixir which encourages introspection.  Poetry can be on a bad boil but at some point, it benefits from a quiet steeping.  

Rip

It is highly recommended to rip (not cut) greens.  In poetry, it is best to cut much.  Although, I delight in ripping up notebooks.  I think this encourages a greening process for the next season of writing.  May the harvest be plentiful.  May the harvest be imminent.

Burnt

Candles are either usable or burnt to the quick.   Think of the bowl -- full, in stages of full, empty.  How like a meal.  How like the tango -- words and page.  Or the plate and food.  Degrees of emptiness.  Emptiness is beauty in the becoming.

Violette Leduc

Frameline is playing San Francisco as it has for 38 years!  One of the finest banquets -- so far-- is Esther Hoffenberg's Violette Leduc:  In Pursuit of Love.  Here, words are given their due; sometimes poetry doesn't need line breaks.   After all, isn't poetry, food.   Aren't food and poetry, love?  Isn't the artist, always in pursuit of?