“Ballad Of ‘Stick Man’ Part One” Tanka 1041

He pushes a tired

old creaky grocery cart

to a coming storm.


Basket near bare, he thread-thin

needs most his apointed rounds.*


  • (I’ve seen few so tall and so thin and waling so slow and pushing so old a long-out-of-date creaky and small grocery cart, not seen in any nearby store in decades, the metal wheels floppy or wobbly at best, giving both point and counter; as he shuffle-steps behind each race of wheels, rickety-ing his way up the street as stormclouds gather.  Where is he going, will he beat the storm back. What two items are those in his cart.  A jacket? A canvas sack? Who knows.  He does, though. And he determinedly makes his way across the street, around the corner and into myth.)


Got hog jowel bacon,

onion, garlic, collard greens.*

Bake cornbread for “sop!”


  • (And, yes, there will be some nice apple cider vinegar to splash.  The cornbread will have cracklin’s, jalapenos and green onion bottoms since I splurged on the sweet onions for salads.  I pulled a few of my wild onions and will toss their greens into the fray, but the bottoms I soon will harvest – along with the wild garlic whose top-shoots like the wild onion cousins, all are full of seed starters: separate envelopes for the seeds of each for next season: mayhap enough to share this Fall for a few who enjoy the fruits of wild Florida and beyond.  The salad will have commercial garlic leaves for seasonings as well as a few springs of society garlic flowers and leaves, and my wild young-uns as well to celebrate the first of the yellow pear and red cherry and grape tomatoes – well before their time.  Must remember to seed the first few of each to a blotter to dry for Fall plantings.)