saturday is today

a solution is on the way

forget hydro tomatoes

so expensive, so

watery like t.s. eliot's grave*

so make what we know in holyoke as

sofrita – cilantro in season and plentiful

with peppers, in season and plentiful

and garlic, not in season but maybe some in celler

(where secrets reside–and some cash)

and all can be had, except garlic, at the farmer's market

so busy, so crowded, all modern people handing out leaflets to

free up the gaza strip*

*Death by Water

by T. S. Eliot

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

(what a show off!)