haiku retrospective ccviii

moonshine
prickly pears in the sand
around the still

My grandmother's dad had to support his family by tending a still. Her mother was a teetotalling Carrie Nation sort, but times were desperate. My grandmother remembers running barefoot over prickly pears to tell her dad that the Revenuers were on their way.

17 June 2002


california gold
dying oats bleach
in the sun

17 June 2002


summer evening
crescents of cantaloupe
on a blue plate

24 June 2002