Cliche. Does every poet invent her personal cliches?
Of course. Thus or it is perhaps, the poem wobbles into being.
The parallel with the cook might be a heavy hand with pepper or persimmon or snap peas or pomegranate. Thus, the signature hue to the meal.
Beyond that hill is another dream one of becoming human, being born As a shepard walks into a wall of trust and his green yards fold full of each other
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ReplyDeleteBeyond that hill is another dream
one of becoming human, being born
As a shepard walks into a wall of trust
and his green yards fold full of each other