10/25/2020

Not Always in Alphabetical Order


Robert Frost got lost 

in his dictionary 

in the vicinity 

of the word potato.


I read about it 

in his notebook 

many years ago.  


Today I found him 

in my cookbook, 

halfway between

the Portuguese milk tart 

and the plum pudding.


[LSS, 10/25/20]


Some Questions About the Potato


Did Frost’s potato 

stay underground?

Or did it find its way

to the dinner table?


[LSS, 10/25/20]


Interior Design


The house is too big 

to comfortably hold 

the people living in it.


They buy some books, 

some tools, some wood.  

They make some things. 

It takes a lot time.


Then they buy some 

things already made.  

This is quick and easy, 

expensive, but gratifying.  


One day the house is close 

to being full.


Another day, the people 

walk in on their things 

rummaging through the drawers, 

stealing pens, adding unnecessary 

things to the shopping list.


[LSS, 10/25/20]

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