Monday, December 05, 2005
Leaves flitter against the window,
struggling against an invisible constraint
to enter a world of Muchacos and bean burritos.
The blades of grass dance their last dance;
Knowing they will wither and die soon.
The blades of shredded lettuce lie motionless
In their shallow grave of crisp tortilla and cheese.
Outside the bitter December wind waits for me.
I am inside.
oblivious.
warm.
and dipping things in queso.
struggling against an invisible constraint
to enter a world of Muchacos and bean burritos.
The blades of grass dance their last dance;
Knowing they will wither and die soon.
The blades of shredded lettuce lie motionless
In their shallow grave of crisp tortilla and cheese.
Outside the bitter December wind waits for me.
I am inside.
oblivious.
warm.
and dipping things in queso.
posted by Clint at 3:48 PM
4 Comments:
I was going to make a comment about the tomatoes, but I always just pick them off myself.
To cost $5, it may have to be a "Bueno Chilada", which happens to be delicious and cheaper.
I know it is a little late to post, but I've always had this tune in my head (with apologies to Garth Brook's "Two Pina Colladas")
Bring me two cheese enchiladas
I want one for each hand
Don’t forget the guacamole
We’re in chimichanga land
And margaritas by the dozen
I’m a big tequila fan!
So bring me two cheese enchiladas
And stay away from your refried bean man.
That's far better than 'the mom's enchilada song, lc.
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