Issue 70, Summer 1977
I set out a bowl
for the pepper birds.
“Pepper birds,”
I call,
“land in my soup
and make its taste
excellent!”
It’s your wood bowl.
These calling words
you gave me
are yours too,
bowl seller.
I set out a bowl
for the pepper birds.
“Pepper birds,”
I call,
“land in my soup
and make its taste
excellent!”
It’s your wood bowl.
These calling words
you gave me
are yours too,
bowl seller.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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