Hoshi-imo 

  

Cold Spring night 

Sogyu brings out

sweet potatoes unearthed

last Autumn,

split and dried over winter,

to roast in slow time

over embers like your hunger

as you practice

waiting

until

too hot to hold--

Then bite with care

chew with a dancy tongue

and the sweet

comes alive with your life,

the sun, the rain,

the earth in you,

relives in taste

how all things grow

and raise you up

because you are their flavor

                                   

                                     RB ii.2016

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