Saturday

Cool morning air
 	streams through the open windows.
Somewhere nearby, a bird chatters endlessly
	scolding?
In the background, other birds
	carry on more decorous conversations
	discussing where the soil’s been dug up
	facilitating fast foods stops.
A baker’s dozen ears of corn from the farmer’s market
	sit waiting for me to cook them
	before packing the kernels into freezer bags.
Baby squash and eggplant are tonight’s sauté.
The apple cider doughnuts
	(NOT “donuts”, please)
	are our dessert.
For a treat, pile berries on them
	and top with cream whipped by hand
	only a dab of sugar added.
	Heavenly.

Saturday.