The Next Heatwave

Under the July Sun,

I went to work

Still no return of the average clerk

Then, I had some outdoor fun



Frequently seen in shops

In gardens, aggressive presences

On my plate, a delight to the senses

Also the stems, are well eatable


Postelein geheel



It’s needed, at times

A day away

It may cost a few dimes

To brush some color over the grey



Outdoors, on bike or foot

Truth enters the mind

It’s good to unwind

I nearly met Spring on my route