a quick drive to the landfill

i find an old

bag

of frozen lima beans in

back

of the freezer,

which

triggers me into state

of rumination.

i stare at the bag

and remember

what it was like

when someone stood

there

at that stove

and boiled them, ladling

some onto

my plate next

to a dried up piece

of unseasoned

salmon.

a sprig of parsley

in sad repose beside it.

i hop into my car

and drive the bag

quickly to the landfill.