Friday, August 5, 2016

Summer poetry



Chop some freshly picked tomatoes
about four or five.
Add minced garlic cloves,
about six or seven.
Dice fresh mozzarella,
about 8 ounces.
Add handfuls of freshly picked
and roughly chopped sweet basil.
Pour in some extra virgin olive oil,
whatever seems right to you.
Salt and pepper to taste,
as they say.
Mix all in a glass bowl 
and cover with plastic wrap.
Place it all in the sun for much of the afternoon.
I personally like to cook up a mess of linguine
about suppertime,
toss everything together quickly 
and eat the goodness I barely had a hand in.
If the juice trickles down your chin
and splatters on your shirt, 
you’re probably doing
something right.

Fresh crusty bread is a good idea,
if you like sopping juice.
I like real butter, too,
but then I’m living large.

The secret is the ingredients
and who you eat and drink with
and what quenches your thirst
and satisfies your appetite.

Summer starts with the sun.

2 comments:

dawnmarie said...

This is what you gotta love about summer. Your word picture nails it.

Trix said...

goat. assuming the critters don't get your tomatoes ;-)