Nettles: bring me
a thunderstorm, tempers colliding
above the steaming pot

Spinach hums in the background

Leeks chant you’ve reached the bottom
of the pan. Drink me slowly
like you mean it

Salt cries for honey, honey for salt

Air doesn’t move
potatoes boiling in a pan

Pesto, nostalgic: where is my dill?

the chickpeas, lord, the chickpeas

rain breaks and
Dill at last speaks with authority:

grandmother’s house

& summer’s

a kettle boiling over

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