Yogurt and HoneyA Poem by Robert RonnowYogurt. "I begin the day buying yogurt in a small favorite grocery store." Not pizza, nor gatorade. Bananas although they are imported from afar and grown in monocultures. Attract fruit flies in August. Peaches locally grown with rainwater. I ate all the farmer's peaches alone stacking them by the railroad tracks. Water -- rainwater, tap water, distilled water, carbonated water, spring water �" deep gulps, infinite sips. Nuts in moderation, or not, unsalted, raw, replacing chips. His bowl of filberts, almonds, walnuts quiet weekday mornings. Edible plant parts -- roots, leaves, stems, flowers, fruit, buds. In olive oil or butter. Potatoes -- look online how best to prepare. Baked or fried. With a little fish or meat. Tea and honey, play and prayer. Swimming and running, talking quietly. Bread? Bread's possible as the Bible. Each is liable to bloat us. Wine and dandelions. Dandelion wine's Ray Bradbury's story. Cans in a pantry, books on a shelf to the end of time. Pasta we used to call spaghetti, never noodles. I wonder if I can remember how to make grandma's sauce. Tomatoes -- cherry, grape. Grab God's eye going by.
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