Agitated by the fermenting anxiety
Of a stagnant and souring economy
People scurry in the midwinter grayness
Twice the effort to stash half the nuts
Drinking green tea at my window I observe
Through a boiling bean and baked bread fog
That kale and garlic poke out of the snow and wait
Dormant yet strong and storing untapped potential
I too am content to over-winter and vegetate
If by chance summer's abundance comes late
The river-bank accepts a deposit of red worms
For a withdrawal of pink fleshed cutthroat
I will eat wild trout with garlic and greens
While at my window watching and waiting
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