….the poem, written on July 6 2021…

In the Good Ole Summertime . . .
corn-on-the-cobify me . . .
tomatocize me.
Plop raspberries on my fingertips
only to pop them one by one
into my eager mouth.
It’s garden fresh
summerliciousness time!

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…and the palinode, written today…..

In the Crappy Fickle Spring . . .
frozen dinner me  or . . .
chilly me with stewed tomatoes
and black beans poured from tin cans.
I love eating yet another chili supper,
spoon by spoon,
dripping on my well worn flannel shirt.
I’d much rather nosh on
bruised banana slices than fresh raspberries,
tastebuds screaming their disappointment.
Longing for summerlicious times?
Not me.
I absolutely adore this crappy fickle spring.

Written for dVerse today, where today, in the spirit of April 4th being National Tell a Lie Day, we’re to write a Palinode: a poem that contradicts or retracts something the poet has previously written. Today, in Boston, we’ve had snow, hail, and/or cold sleety rain all day. I imagine the daffodils are frozen in shock. And I for one, am tired of this year’s fickle spring!