Seasonal Spices by Robin Eichele
“Basking.” What a bizarre word to
come to mind
just out of March in Michigan –
akin to “bath” as in “taking a bath”
on investments made on spring
being the kind of thing
that has any predictability.
The odds that a bask
was in the cards this week
were long on dreaming.
The book was shorter on straight-
line winds, tornadoes, thunder
storms and three-inch hailstones.
Big enough to annihilate your car, your
house, and your dog if you were
not paying attention and now must
live with the consequences
of your neglect.
Give me ten on basking for the last day
of May with a two-day spread at twenty-
to-one. And give me ten on rain on
half the days from today to
the fourth of July at two-to-one.
And give me the address of that shelter again.
I feel a run coming on.
I have to get me a new dog.
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