to become

maple seeds helicoptering in their pods
down to me as i clip spearmint
in the herb garden
in order to dry it
in the solar dehydrators so we
can sip its essence
all year long
_______
cynthia and i yelling
across the backyard at each other
about how ridiculously perfect
(the bright sun, the wind that makes everything around us kinetic,
all this green) today is
_______
official graduation:
i carry the flats of tomato starts
from the greenhouse to an outdoor perch
getting that fresh air i exclaim
swayin free in that breeze
_______
post-lunch on the porch we sip
pandan-infused water
after i share my story of it
(discovery at a thai restuarant in LA,
purchase at united noodle in mpls,
how they leaves traveled with me
folded into my bag until i tucked them
into the personal box
in the walk in freezer)
_______
i fold and glue the page from the dahlia catalog
to become an envelope
for the mother’s day card
an offering of contradictions
_______
from the book of southern vegetarian cooking
ty serves up ‘fried chicken’ (made of garbanzos)
and gravy
and cynthia and i joke about
turning it up
notch after notch
_______
this is the first zipper i’ve ever sewn
i say
holding up the pouch made from
the re-used plastic cat food bag
under the kitchen light

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