A soup poem

Basic Soup

 
Start at sunrise
in the CrockPot
soak up the patience of a day
let the butter
and garlic get
to know each other
get acquainted
with the holy mirepoix
add beans
Simon & Garfunkel spices
plus others. At sunset
turn the dial to Warm
Serve in darkness.

‘August’

August
 

The beautyberry bush blooms just as school
starts. The green berry cluster comes out

about the time the yellow school bus pulls up.
Summer’s green purples, like the bruise

on my middle-left toe, taped to its buddy.
Suddenly purple takes over my yard,

the neighbors’s yard, the doctor’s office,
the post office. Every where we are hurt

can’t hold back, can’t wait for fall.
Behold, our pain!

Berries unripened, astringent beauty
unharvested.