bicycled-in bounty
these are
fading summer suppers
Mondays
in the park
bicycled-in bounty
we share our humbleness
the basics
in the grass
no dinner dress
nor manners get in the way
of sharing the
realness
that is
a community
I find myself here
in the waning summer
more often than not
eating all manner
of earthy vegetables
and grains
and sharing
the roots of myself
when I am not too shy
to feel the cloying-ness
of daily cares
we may be poor
but we are never
poor in spirit
nor in our
simple kindnesses
this keeps me
grateful
Copyright August 20, 2013
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Melissa A Howells/ Meloo
Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
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