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HOW TO GET THROUGH A DAY
WHEN ALL THE TALK IS OF WAR
First you notice the mellow afternoon,
with the oak glowing bronze
by your front door and one last bee,
drunk on October and fallen apples,
weaving down your window screen.
Then you might try
frying an onion
and lots of garlic in some olive oil.
While that fragrance is luring
all manner of creatures to your door,
you could puree two cans
of Caribbean-style black beans
with about one half can of chicken broth,
then mix it all together,
along with the rest of the can of broth
to heat through. Add a dollop
of sour cream in each bowl
and serve with red wine, some olives,
a green salad with the hint of oil and vinegar,
and a fresh, crusty French baguette
that you must tear apart in the best spirit
of breaking bread--with an old lover,
or a friend who knew you when.
Alone is good, too, with Bach
and a book of poetry.
Then indulge, enjoy, surrender
to this moment that is all there is:
to the bee, the oak, the falling night,
to this prelude of smoky light,
golden against evening shadows.
~ Sharon Auberle
This poem, I'm pleased to say, won first place
in one of the categories of The Triad, a contest
sponsored by the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets.
The theme was "food."