and sometimes sweet,
the mist from the chiles I cooked
lingering, pricking my eyes with tears,
a tangerine fresh picked eased the sting.
Together we ate crunchy fried grasshoppers in Turkey,
fresh goat cheese in Greece, the chunks
white and smelly,
and used chopsticks in Canada
to dip chicken toes
in a red-yellow Chinese gravy.
We watched a young man
on the beach in Rio
work a machete
to open up a coconut, the milk
Bring out the suitcases.
I want to savor each day with you.
Here are two pictures from that trip to South America. In most families, when one rattles the suitcase, the other might say, "Not this summer, dear." But in our family, when the suitcase comes out, we both pack.
|Allen with the mermaid at Rio de Janiero, Brazil|
|Sampling Coconut milk in Rio|
One day behind, so I'm still playing catchup to write a poem a day for OctPoWriMo. Why not amble over HERE to see what others are writing!