Salad Days

Life is a

magic bean

. . .


(that magicK numbah’)

birth. life. death.



We make questionable decisions,

climb the consequent beanstalk

–might as well, there’s no cow to milk–

leaving our roots far behind,

and crash

a giant’s house

(in the sky)

at the end.


A new beginning



(holy, holy, holy, holy)


We may get eaten

–Brits almost certainly–

or we may get tossed down


strip-mining beanstalks

en route,

obfuscating hemp’s value

& designing new landscapes

. . .


The first “to-do”

replacing that


–the magic bean.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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