on a random corner of third avenue in the 80s.....
i drive by in my big, black truck.......
and i can hear those yellow daffodils
calling my name!!!
I AM NOT KIDDING!!!!
i can hear them calling, "xrebb!!!! yes!!!! you!!!!
you with the hummer!!!! plllleeeease come and purchase us......ALL OF US......for extreme placement upon your passover table!!!!"
whats a girl to do???
in a quandary of re birthing and such.......
i am quite beside myself!!
shall i place my little, flirtatious, buds in a basket of 'matzoh'??
in order to add a bit of 'diplomatic reciprocity ' to the universal season???
as though they were colored eggs for the 'other' children to enjoy!!
shall i drag the basket, in the hummer, to the sumptuous feast aside the shore???
these are question deserving of deliberation, and ones that require a timely and elegant solution......
pondering.....pondering.....
unleavening......soul-searching........
for the very best way, i say, to create the veritable, 'spring -fest'
soufle.........
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