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(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

THE MINT PLOT 


Repotted my mint shoots
doing real good
inside a little circle of stones
inside which
I dug the dirt deep
and turned it around
to let air in
breathing in that dampness
we have right now.

Found a couple of worms
gave them to my dog
and he relished them
turning around on his back
if he'd been a cat
he’d a purred
from the pleasure he found
in those worms.

This morning
walking out into my garden
I see the mint’s doing just fine
as mint usually does
it’s no gardening secret
that mint will pretty much
grow
anywhere
and it doesn’t take no genius
to get a good bunch
going.

And boy does it smell good.

I can all ready taste
some dark mint tea
sweetened with thick yellow honey
I can just taste some lamb
roasting just barely
with whole branches
of mint
and some flat white beans
cooked over night.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 08:15
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