Bitsa

Bitsa #1
1 small tub leftover tuna casserole
2 slices sourdough bread
1 glass tomato juice
mayonnaise, salt, fresh ground pepper, 1 large dill pickle, cold butter

Butter the bread with cold, hard butter
so the chunks stay thick
spread tuna casserole on bread
garnish with condiments
slice dill pickle into long slices
and lay over the top
add final slice of buttered sourdough
cut in half
enjoy with tomato juice, Friday

Bitsa #2:
1 tin brisling sardines, 22-27 count
sliced warm 3 year old cheddar cheese
English Muffin
Dijon mustard, salt, fresh ground pepper, butter
hot tea to taste

Using a fork , pierce the edges of the English Muffin
and separate the halves, then toast it
butter the hot English Muffin
load on the sardines, eating excess as you go
baste liberally with Dijon mustard
salt, pepper to taste
Top with the other buttered half of the English muffin
enjoy with tea, Friday

Bitsa #ultimate
Gather all the bits of flotsam
that roll rich onto the beach
of the day
Like Crusoe and Friday
salvaging hogsheads of cheese
and chipped beef
floating in after the storm
these are the muscles
that lift us
over the falling dark
and carry us up to light
little bitsa this and that as you go

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Apple Time

The road winds along the river
its ramshackle twists and hills
beloved of sports car drivers
just beyond the tightest curve
is where Orchard Road dips
down to the water for a drink.

Up that steep hill we drive
each autumn for apples.
As all the leaves redden
so do the ripening fruit
and the air fresh sweet
and sun-spicy tempting cool

The inside of my head
hears the crisp crunch
as the sweet ripe fruit
invades my mouth and nose
and we admire pale Adirondacks
across the broad river valley.

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Talisman

He was panicking
our key fullback
searching for something in
his locker
his equipment bag
his pockets
before the game

The muscled
always confident
get ‘er done
smash though
for the touchdown
guy was frantic

What the hell, Mike
I said
yesterday you were
gonna kick ass
what’s wrong?

Nuthin’ he said
panting and
expanding his search

I turned to Barney
who knew everything necessary
Lost his lucky penny
he said
the one his girlfriend
the hairdresser
scratched their initials into

I felt the pall settling over us
like cold wet wool

We gotta look for the penny
Barney said
it’s necessary.

We all looked high and low
in and out
right and left
in front and behind

No lucky penny

Coach said don’t be silly

but Mike couldn’t stop
being silly
that girlfriend might as well
have been a spy
for the emperor

and still she lovingly
snipped each lock of
his frazzled will.

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