from Lady K ->
“Need good summer poems for thecitypoetry.com. Have lots of photos, but do need the poems. Ones to charm the season, poems to welcome & create a wonderful summer.”
Busy daze. Friday I turned a 15 foot dancing tree trunk into a one-face totem pole for Hooper’s Farm. Saturday we attended a bee conference at the fair grounds in the morning, and the 4th annual Blue Sky Folk Festival in Kirtland afterward, which had a fine line-up. Sunday Lady ran her second half marathon, 13.6 miles. We also worked on our community garden plot of tomatoes, herbs, milkweed, sunflowers.
To Bee Smoke or Be Smoker
When the beekeeper conference speaker
held up an antique bee smoker, I murmured,
“Wow, that’s a well-used smoker.”
“So are you,” my wife jokes.
Later they suggest beekeepers keep
a smoker fuel box close by to keep fuel dry
for the smoker smoking
and she continues,
“Yup, that’s you.”
Well, I do smoke,
certainly enjoy a buzz,
and am almost antique old,
so maybe next 420 conference
I can give my own talk on tokes,
rolling joints,
scoring dope,
cleaning pipes,
seeds and stems,
the ritual passing to left,
the chronic smell of kind,
and going for gold through Panama Red.
It could be my TED Toke.
*(TED ~ Technology, Entertainment and Design, 1984)
– Smith, 5.20.2014
