Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Monday, July 08, 2013

Summer phone call . . .

Sure, I’ll make the salsa:
Two green onions, chopped fine.
Three ripe tomatoes,
I picked them this morning,
diced and pulped just a little.
Half a cup of cilantro.
A bud of garlic, minced, salt, 
a smidge of red pepper flakes.
The last ingredient, a squeezed lime.
Oh, how I wish for a ripe mango
fresh from the market,
diced and mixed in.
Bring some Rosarita’s and a few bottles
of beer. Yes, Dos Equis, Amber.
We’ll sit out back on the patio
as the afternoon fades to dusk
and watch the deer come out to graze.