Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

In the Kitchen Garden

Drinking some of the rich wine

Made up for his lapse of reasoning

“Don't do me no good.”

You were anything but troubled

It was a compliment to his skill

The brightest garden I ever did see

The extraordinary nature meant to return

“Well, y'all come down now.”

And he turned and ran

The idea of comprehending where he was

In the kitchen garden caught like a fish