When it comes to wild onions
I'm a cautious soul
remembering Coyote
how he couldn't stop
eating them and drowned
in his own shit
but these beauties
their progenitors
a gift from my wife's sister
dug up in our yard
rinsed in the sink
chopped down to size
their roots snipped off
have joined baby potatoes
and sliced mushrooms
plus a bit of chicken bouillon
for the salting
and now have disappeared
into the broth
imparting such a sweetness
that my wife
admits the soup might be
as good as hers
sorry Coyote
couldn't bring myself
to share your fate
you know I've never had
your gift for bouncing back
from such calamities
as you bring on yourself
though I confess
there's times when I too
have been caught
with my pants down
but like I said
with wild onions
I'm a cautious soul