Its sprouts look like an onion bulb,
\nbut smell like vanilla, or, in some strains,
\ncinnamon, the driver explained as we careened
\nalong rain-slicked back roads to his country home.
\nI was still wearing my suit and had brought nothing.
\nCurtailing my long explanation, he pointed a hitcher’s thumb
\ntoward the back seat and said, "you can wear my work shirt."
\nThere, on a wire hanger, was a bright blue tie-dyed tee.
\nQuick as that, everything was cool.
\nAnd the world’s greatest song played on his cassette deck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"