cool cabbage, lettuce

Steaming tea trickles elegantly into a milk-thin procelain cup;
gleaming pea soup glops heavily into a rough stone bowl.
Some nibble crisps; other gobble chunks of peasant bread:
brown-hulled rice and white, hulled rice: slim manicured fingers;
calloused, weathered, chunky, work-hardened mitts.

One grabs a burlap bag of oats and muscles it up a ramp into a loft;
another details the scented pomegranate seeds edging his saucer.

One eats pork, another pig; one boils old bull, another sautees beef steak.

Appreciate sun edged dew-moistened lettuce;
sniff fresh wintergreen bordering a worn mossy trail.
Grab the tea cup with a fist, sip delicately;
savour cold corned beef and salty cabbage.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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