This lean year, I'm thinking about green food.
Avocados, butter lettuce, asparagus, spinach.

And fried white food.

In Germany, when all our money blew out of my pockets on the Autobahn,
we survived on sticky white rice, cooked on a campstove.
You make a crater in the center and pour in hot brown gravy.

In Italy, the United States Draft Board
caught up with Jim in Marina di Pisa.
That evening we ate fresh baked Italian bread
washed down with warm red wine
purchased with the money we got from turning in the bottles that we found on the beach.

It was November, and the sun was beginning to go down quickly
in the woods beside the beach where we had pitched our tent.

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