poem

Chaff 

Let’s learn to make jam

Spend the day picking berries

Laughing at our blue stained hands

Let’s learn to make flour

Thresh our own wheat

Winnow seeds from the chaff

Let’s learn to make soap

Wear aprons and goggles

And boil our lavender lilac oils

Let’s choose a way

To frame our days 

As a series of complicated tasks

Let’s pretend we don’t care

What happens in the end

We’ll start with winking irony

All the while

Earnestly hoping

Our warm biscuits

Loaded with sweet jam

Are indelibly delicious

Lick our fingers and

Forget to wash our hands.

7/14/20