Enga mellom fjella

Et tu, Caesar

Et tu, Caesar

         for Ryne

The young barista offered me pizza:

Tomatoes he had grown by seed,
organically tendered in his garden,
the bugs picked off by hand, one-by-one,
their scarlet globes plucked when ripened,
boiled down with fresh sweet basil,
now rendered into fragrant sauce.

He sprinkled it with pepperoni
from Tony the hog he'd raised by bottle,
fattened on the corn he grew,
reluctantly slaughtered when the time had come,
ground and stuffed in soft pink casings,
aged for a year.

And wheat he'd sown in the back 40 acres,
and prayed over so the rains would come,
cut, winnowed and stone-ground into flour,
kneaded into soft white dough.

Sent off to his very best friend to bake.

Little Caesar delivers I'm told.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.313] 2008-10-25

Poor Ryne at The Break was feeling down (ex-girlfriend's birthday). He offered me two slices of pizza. I sat and wrote him this (now edited) and showed it to him. Cheered him up a little. That made me happy; it's what life ought to be about.

I emailed Thomas earlier today: "For instance, some of my poetry is meant for a particular audience or even for just one person; that the poetry isn't strong doesn't matter in that context. It is helpful to not be confused with what is valuable for one person (and may rightfully mean the world to them) and what has literary value in a larger more impersonal context.

ME:

I put food coloring in a goblet, a glass and a jar. Put them up in the window along with an amber votive glass. Green, blue, red and amber catching whatever light the God-of-the-Sapphires-and-Bitterroots deigns to allow passage through their realm. The geraniums are blooming in assorted colors. I have a bouquet of dried statice, bowls of dried rose petals. I have candles and incense. I am preparing for winter.

Couldn't find my clear votive ... then I did. I'd used it for a mini bouquet of cut flowers and cuttings. I'm losing my marbles.

Which reminds me ... I need to call my sister and firm up plans for Thanksgiving. I could leave on the 23rd or 24th and return on the 28th. That would give me three good days to visit. Long visits are difficult for all of us, so 3 to 7 days is best. Getting there is a bit of a pain, but coming back is a straight 11 hours if the pass isn't closed.

My name translated into Chinese as either:

meadow breeze 草甸微風
or
meadow ripple 草甸漣漪

My computer won't show the symbols but the library's does and yours might.

Montana: 48.7º at 16:38.

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