Dripping

dripping
in summer heat
morning dew off green leaf
sweat beads off the playing child’s brow
ice cream, vanilla-chocolate swirl, off scoops
caught by a hungry, lapping tongue
before lost to the ground
now, down face, sweet
dripping

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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Batter

sticky
the faucet drips
honey flows in the bowl
slowly, clings to spoon for licking
greedy fingers wipe the beater spotless
coat our tongues with sweet, gooey mess
the mouthfuls we desire
come from batter
sticky

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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A Poor Child’s Manna

Why is it
that
food fit for your garbage bin
should be a poor child’s manna?

cans crushed and dented
as if they had once been
the subject
of vigorous
street kicking games
Your “donation” is insane
Ever
hear
of
botulism?
Yes, Scrooge, reduce the
surplus
population

cans missing labels
as if this is a game
of guessing
the
mystery
food being served
Your “donation” is absurd
Ever
hear
of
food allergies?
Right, Dad Bunker, ‘cuz
WASP’s sting
the poor in Queens

cans long past their date
as if antiquities
well-preserved
of
grocery stores
now gone defunct
Your “donation” will be junked
Ever
hear
of
bacteria
Fine, Uncle Vernon, leave
Harry
all the rottings

Why is it
that
food fit for your garbage bin
should be a poor child’s manna?

and

While you are at it,
please
tell me
what child wants canned
alligator
meat
for dinner?

Words and Photography ©2016 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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The first time my older boys helped with a post office food drive through the local food pantry, they returned indignant at the volume of waste “donations” they had to sort through and discard. Many of those cans were years past date, severely damaged and unlabeled; and, yes, canned alligator meat was on the menu. A food pantry drive isn’t the time to clean the junk out your kitchen. Real people depend on food pantries as a stop-gap measure against malnutrition and starvation. Please fill the donation bags full but only with items you yourself would consume. For those of you partial to canned alligator meat, I apologize and cringe.