Piñon nuts, mini-treasures in secure mini-safes.
Once I tried collecting them but it didn’t work out well.
The mountain desert edges, dusty and windy.
Jackrabbits, ground squirrels, magpies and coyotes.
Scattered locations, hard shells and broken teeth.
Cones, finding shelled nuts, breaking in:
Big effort, very limited payoff.
Sustainability and the piñon is different—
laziness vs food styles.
tiny, delicious morsels that
barely satisfy and take patience.
Are you a pinocchio?
Not me! I quit after moments
and accepted guilt of taking the easy way—
setting a life path of avoiding hard parts!
Are they worth it? Subtle gourmet tastes that are high-priced:
Is this how turning points in life happen?—
Do you decide only by laziness?
Should we follow paths to effortless days?
Don’t pick, just buy them!
Mostly the wish to have others (not me) work hard—
Walnut bits are cheaper.
Overindulgence and its moral sin—
rewards on other’s backs!
Plodding along is boring; have I rejected craftsmanship,
knitting and weaving, art, seeds, potentials,
spring-loading, capacitance?
But is there a cheat to get nuts and avoid work?
Ordure in mexican packrat middens:
amberat, its explanation and magic.
Are there supposed health benefits
in spite of hantavirus and bubonic plague?
neotoma pesto/caviar on the orient express!
