99poems/mungbeans

Mung beans
cooking at 10:00a.m.
Yesterday I swore
off dried food
– for the day,
but it didn’t last.
I want to grow
my own legumes,
but I am not
there yet.
Except for the
volunteers
I extinguished,
the dhal I did
not like and threw
into compost,
sprouting every where
the compost went.
I want to eat
my beans
fresh and green.
Like the black
eyes you can
sometimes get.
The limas in
summer,
the favas I
buy for him,
too large and mealy
to even think
about.

5/25/99