Saturday, April 09, 2005

The difference between tomatoes and sausage

Birds are building nests in the housing
of streetlamps. The bronze pope is in
fact standing. I had thought he was sitting
between the narrow field-goal posts on
Roncesvalles. Did anyone notice the
marvellous dovetail joints on his coffin.
Plain, yes, but not simple. The wood
looked like spruce. The cross on the lid
looked like a trademark emblem. TM. The sun
forced Village Meat Product and Deli
to haul shut their blinds and move
some of their meat. I guess no one
wants a sausage lying in the sun.
Though I often put a basket of
tomatoes in the sun. There you go,
there's the difference right there
between tomatoes and sausage.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, I noticed the joints. They reminded me of my grandfather who was a carpenter. Didn’t watch the whole funeral service, though. One of these days I’ll check out the statue you mention. Odd name, Roncesvalles; whether spoken or written.

7:55 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The dovetail joints were the talk of our house, noticed first by the husband. Both sausage and tomato consumed at our house today, separately. The tomato with fantastic balsamic vinegar pooled into extra virgin olive oil in the shape of, well those shapes are often winged - then the sausage, which was moose sausage, intriguingly ended up lying in the sun, which the tomato did not, though it was sun-filled to be sure, but the sausages went out in the sun on the old table in tin foil on the little barbecue. exclamation point. love livejournal's magic firefly xoxo

9:23 p.m.  

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