THE WOMEN gather under the trees.
They bring gifts, food, and chairs.
They are gypsies and queens, oracles, saints,
Jezebels and jesters, healers, sages, and warriors.
And when the circle is complete, the magic begins.
Shyly, with dainty movements, they take turns,
shifting aside their robes to expose
missing limbs and gaping wounds.
The others gather close and peer, heads cocked,
eyes straining, and they chant,
"That is lovely, that is good,"
and the wounds stop weeping,
and they melt into scars,
silvery and light and beautiful.
Then the women lean back and laugh,
and they stretch, sensual and fierce,
like cats in the sun.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Minestrone

[Sung to the tune of "My Sharona"]

Oh my little hungry one, hungry one.
When you gonna eat-a my minestrone?
Oh it makes your motor run, motor run.
Smell it when I'm cookin my minestrone
Never gonna stop, slurp it up. Such an appetite.
Always get it up for the taste of the soupy kind.
My my my i yi woo!
M-m-m minestrone!
  
Come a little closer huh, will ya huh?
Close enough to look at my minestrone.
Keeping it a mystery, mystery
Add a cup of ditalini.
Minestrone!
Never gonna stop, slurp it up. Such an appetite.
Always get it up for the taste of the soupy kind.
My my my i yi woo!
M-m-m minestrone!
M-m-m minestrone!

Basil    onions    pepper
Carrots    chili powder
Salt     tomato puree
Kidney beans and barley! 

When you gonna visit me, visit me?
Come and get a bowl of my minestrone
Is it a tomato-y recipe?
Stirring up a pot of my minestrone
Don’t forget the freshest peas  
Fill up bowls for you and me
Serve it up with cheeses please
Minestrone!

Soak it up with breadsticks three
It's Italian, don't you see?
There's enough for weeks and weeks.
Minestrone!
Never gonna stop, slurp it up. Such an appetite.
Always get it up for the taste of the soupy kind.
My my my i yi woo!
M-m-m minestrone!
My my my i yi woo!
M-m-m minestrone!
          --Agatha

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