“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  • (I’ve seen few so tall and so thin and waling so slow and pushing so old a long-out-of-date creaky and small grocery cart, not seen in any nearby store in decades, the metal wheels floppy or wobbly at best, giving both point and counter; as he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.)

“Tomorrow…Lunch!”

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.)