Fresh, Green

In summer, when it is searing hot, the tongue craves fresh, green tastes.

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There is no season when I do not feel that the spirit craves what is light, and not heavy.

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I made a green papaya and cherry tomato salad with a dressing of lime, some fish sauce, and chili powder, to go with dinner tonight.

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And please take time to head over to Marly Youmans' blog, The Palace at 2 a.m., where she has kindly included a little feature of me and my creative process (the daily poems I have been writing since November 20, 2010 and which are archived at Dave Bonta's Via Negativa site)-- in her "House of Words" series yesterday.