“A Pot of Red Lentils” by Peter Pereira


simmers on the kitchen stove.
All afternoon dense kernels
surrender to the fertile
juices, their tender bellies
swelling with delight.
xxxx
In the yard we plant
rhubarb, cauliflower, and artichokes,
cupping wet earth over tubers,
our labor the germ
of later sustenance and renewal.
xxxxxx
Across the field the sound of a baby crying
as we carry in the last carrots,
whorls of butter lettuce,
a basket of red potatoes.
xxxxx
I want to remember us this way—
late September sun streaming through
the window, bread loaves and golden
bunches of grapes on the table,
spoonfuls of hot soup rising
to our lips, filling us
with what endures.
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“A Pot of Red Lentils” by Peter Pereira, from Saying the World. © Copper Canyon Press, 2003.
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2 Responses to “A Pot of Red Lentils” by Peter Pereira

  1. Jerome Bloom says:

    THAT WAS WONDERFUL

    NOW

    PLEASE

    CREATE

    A POEM

    OF OUR HOME

    THAT

    INCLUDES

    RED LENTILS
    RICE
    GARLIC,LOTS
    ONIONS
    OLIVE OIL
    H2O

    THIS POEM NEEDS

    TO BE

    IN SIZE

    OF

    BIBLICAL

    PROPORTIONS

  2. leamuse says:

    The poem is as warming as the lentils.

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