Walk to the riches
Can you smell it before you can see?
Choose far from the path
The dogs will piss where they want
And humans kick muck onto the wildness
Picking the leaves
The juices smear onto fingers
And there is no need to wash
Wash
Wash
This juice smells like garlic caught behind
A full-powered radiator
And the body is infused
Clutching the chunky bouquet
We each carry a meal
Out of the forest
And home to be mixed with
Lemon juice
Pine nuts
Olive oil
Salt and
Tahini
The camp fire gets ferocious
The pots go on
As the heat grows the fiery smell subsides
As if there is no more need for it in the air
But once it’s inside us
The power of the plant does what is does
Warm and well from within
Nwyfre 