the leaves
short fiction, prose-poetry, small stones
1.3.12
desert food
I made a stew of
lentils, carrots, cumin, curry:
the earthy, hot, spicy fragrance
reminds him of the time
we ate desert food
prepared by dark eyed women
at 1:00pm
in the shade
at the wooden table
in the heat of Hesperia
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