and night mist

how tyler laughing so hard
(at the image of the high heel scooter)
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across the onion bed from me
makes me laugh so hard i
bend over so far my forehead
touches soil
_______
energizing
the word i use

to answer mica’s about
this morning’s onion planting
under gray drear of cloud cover
on a 50something maybe 60something
degree day
_______
how i love the way
mollie katzen writes things
in her recipes like
keep a small container of flour,
a fork

a small bowl of water
and a pastry brush
close at hand

which she says in step two of
the rolling out/filling/crimping together
section in the samosa recipe
_______

the rhythm of hand-rolling dough into
small spheres and then
ironing it out on solid wood butcher block with
solid wood rolling pin
sifting on some flour when necessary
then plopping potato/veggie filling
in the center before folding over
wetting the inside edges
and crimping together with fork
just before poking two sets of holes
in the half moon puff at a diagonal
_______

overlooked loaf of
yesterdays baked bread
hardened/browned in the oven during
today’s first round of dinner-baking
_______

two pitchers of darien’s recipe chai
flanked by
trish-harvested hoophouse salad
tyler’s tomato-apple chutney
last minute lemon tahini dressing
lentil dal (best of two recipes combined)
and a tray of oven-hot samosas
_______

my voice misses
touching yours
i report from
the greenhouse
sending message via satellite
to south and west of here
_______

whatcha burnin in there, frank
tyler asks from his couch reading perch
about the lavender incense tendriling up
as pond frog choruses swell/recede
and night mist gathers into
occasional thud-drops on
corrugated metal roof
_______

from the water world:
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A young Slovak dressed in traditional costume throws a bucket of water over a girl as part of Easter celebration in the village of Trencianska Tepla, northwestern Slovakia. – voice of america, day in photos

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