home is set square
storm clouds blow due north
carrying all that is untethered
to unplanned locations
while we remain
drenched in the sweat of
crepuscule with wind vane
There’s a lady, a pretty lady, she doesn’t care.
She doesn’t like people to stare
so she lives on a hill in the middle of nowhere.
Beware of touching Rosemary. Her scent will linger with you.
You’ll remember sweet things and think fond thoughts.
Rosemary Flowers at Dusk
Today’s wages, a Cherokee purple tomato, among others, jalapeños, poblanos and habaneros, black eyed peas, more tomatoes and some eggs. It’s time to start pickling my peppers…
It’s pepper season…