A Little Weed
Widow Wiggins made a garden
Where one day she found a weed
Couldn’t bring herself to pull it
Such a pretty plant indeed
Watched it closely ‘til it flowered
Plump young buds stretched to the sky
Dried the lot and quietly smoked it
Sent her spirits soaring high
Shared her crop with neighbor Suzie
Fixed a supper had a feast
Danced to old recorded music
Drank a bottle and unleashed a beast.
It chased them round and round the cellar
Snarling, spitting as they’d run
And they screamed against the darkness
Until all their fears were gone
The beast then fell asleep in shadow
Made pronounced by morning sun
And they squeezed out through a window
To rejoice in the dawn.
They danced for life’s rejuvenation
Faces up arms high in sunlit air
And from their memories slipped the question:
Behind the smoke-screens of the mind
What creature crouches there?
--Edwina Leuenberger.
Sushi Fan
Well I’m a sushi fan
A sushi fan-atic
A sushi fan-tastic
But now I gotta pay
The sushi man plastic
The money’s gone away
A nickel made of wood
The money’s gone away
But the sushi’s still good
I like to start with miso soup and hot green tea