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The Perfidy Of That Blue Purveyor
Of Gastronomic Pleasure

That patch of sunlight down in the meadow
beckoned relentlessly
whenever the cabin door opened.
Rows of sticks once stark in their nudity,
are regal in their support of green leaves
and curling tendrils, that spiral around
lush clusters of succulent blue Concord globs.
The sweetest summer nectar, lies hidden
between the lush royal blue skin
and the tart congealed marble it covers.
Squeezing it “just so”, you consume that glob,
like swallowing a raw egg in a glass of beer – –
plop and it’s gone. The blue skin is then tossed
to the gnats that hover the vines.
But, oh, that divine layer of juice
that lies just under the skin, beckoning – –
just one more.
Mama sent me down there with a basket,
to pick those destined for a jelly jar.
I don’t know how many I consumed,
but even before my gluttony ended,
everyone of those tart congealed globs made
their presence known, and came sliding out
as I retched, forming a neat pile
of what appeared to be fish eyes staring up at me.
Never again will I see one, without seeing the other.
Even now, I check my glass of wine, to see
if there might possibly be an eye
staring up at me from the bottom of the glass

3/11/01 Phyllis DeWitt -VanVleck

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   RAIN – SETTING MY MOODS

 

Coming down in sheets,

it resembles a silver lame theater curtain.

A gift of nature’s beauty.

Preceding summer hail,

it portends worse to come, as we await the yellowing of the sky.

But sometimes it dances on my window panes,

and makes its own melody on the tin roof of my cabin, as I drift off to sleep, mesmerized by its charm. 

It cleanses my roof, and compacts the dust of the twisted lane to my cabin,

making little puddles  that serve as bird spas … mud baths in the dirt – drinking cups in the gravel.

It fills blossom cups that serve  as chalices for butterflies

And it makes the hot earth send up moist earth aromas.

As a child, I loved to stand or dance on the lawn, as it made my clothes cling to my body, cooling  me on a hot summer day.

Sometimes it fills my rain-barrel, becoming the source of future shampoos.

I love to watch the little spirals each drop makes on the quiet water of my pond.

When driving in the darkness of evening, it makes car lights shine with diamond rays.

Washing the dust of time from everything.

God blesses us with every raindrop.

 

Phyllis A. DeWitt-VanVleck

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