wintre kale

from sally g.'s garden..
remembering the tender green of it..
her miso soup that nourished
into the middle of next month..
remembering...
saturday evening after a day
of drum and chant..
all the ladies to bed..
sally in her room,
chris and carolyn each in a room..
lovorka on the window seat..
me downstairs on the couch.
kurt comes home late and as he is want to do..
settles on the upstairs couch
for his evening meditation..
he fires up the gas stove..
lines up his spine and breathes
in.. out.. zen...
when he is cooked..
he focuses on the window seat..
there lies lovorka asleep..
o my!
in the morning,
we are all up brewing tea..
kurt comes down and recognizes
lovorka as a hiker he has climbed with
earlier that year!
how big small is!
how green, the wintre kale