The maypole is wrapped. The hoophouse is nearly full. The garden is weeded. The dang gui is germinating.
The rain is falling. Spring is, once again, bringing forth wet, green, irresistable life. The frogs are mating: a little ole bitty boy frog on the back of a big ole fat frog mama. They don't care. Life begets life. The dang gui are growing.
The dang gui are growing. The Chinese people are drinking the dang gui. Their blood is nourished.
The reishi are pushing their way out of dying hemlocks. The Chinese are drinking the reishi and living forever.
The spring is flowing with great forth.
The season is arriving.
5 comments:
and the American is digging this poem.
And the stove gets cold...
Rachel and Anonymous, You crack me up. The both of you.
Thanks Dana, Eduard
omg. can't believe i didn't notice the title of this earlier. LAUGH OUT LOUD!
oh, and i really like how eduard always rocks the anonymous tag. but we know it's him.
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