A Tiny Radish Of Passionate

Never Grow A Wishbone, Daughter, Where You Backbone Ought To Be.

We All Have Hometown Appetites. Every Other Person Is A Bundle Of Longing For The Simplicities Of Good Taste Once Enjoyed On The Farm Or In The Hometown Left Behind.

We All Have Hometown Appetites.

The Day Has The Color And The Sound Of Winter. Thoughts Turn To Chowder...chowder Breathes Reassurance. It Steams Consolation.

A Tiny Radish Of Passionate Scarlet, Tipped Modestly In White.