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"Mes de los Muertos"

Peanut butter and raisins on saltines

By Sand Pilarski

There's a kind of cracker they call a saltine.
A plainer cracker you never have seen.
A white flour cracker with some grains of salt,
A conservative food lacking any fault

Or sin
Within.

A waste
Of taste?

But on winter evenings before the fire
When of salsas and sodas your taste buds tire,
And gourmet eating turns you off
And cloying ice cream makes you cough,

You lack
A snack.

Say yes
To less.

Two saltines spread on facing sides
With peanut butter, and upon them rides
A raisin! And then two, or ten
Or fifteen! But you must say when --

Enough
Of stuff.

And munch
And crunch.

The cold wind blows outside the door
But who could wish for anything more
Than a fire, and a friend who against you leans
And raisins, peanut butter, and saltines.

The rest
Is best.

Good night
Sleep tight.

Article © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
Published on 2005-04-10
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