A tapestry weaved of great grains and cat's claw fades beneath that old pot; heavy with jambalaya. Slow cookin'. Feathery herbs tumble. Mortared and pestled. Babies nap. Dappled in sun. Legs fat like ginger root. Big leaves; elephant's ears seem to listen Droopily. So -- I -- hum. Woodsy as your broken flute. Unrefined.