Saffron

For those of you missing loved ones…

I buy things I don’t need because
I need you. A fountain pen, spicy
mustard, a forestry magazine.
I walked into the tobacco store

at the mall, smelled the smoked
cheeses at Ogelvie’s, wore three
different colognes home, but you
didn’t appear. It’s raining, pouring

milk over rice cereal, I’m missing
you. I fell in love with you next
Tuesday when it snowed. And
you let me cut into the line because

“a cookbook is urgent…” like a
second soldering iron, a heavy bag
of peat and saffron.

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in winter I consider

cranapple pie

in winter I consider
ripe peaches in my
summer hands over
the sink:

the soft………..the fabric
the drip……….the light
the sugar…….the weight
the love……….the lovely

in summer I consider
cran-apple pie that I
eat on china in winter:

the red………..the pucker
the parties….the gifts
the birds…….the wedding
the love………the loving

 

Photo: houseofnasheats.com