Let me set the context. I've joined a virtual group of poets, committed to writing a poem a day from a received prompt. Great fun. 38 days = 38 poems = 38 lunches.
My lunches are following the shadow of the poems. Never know what will occur on the plate or bowl until I open the refrigerator. I'm beginning to see the refrigerator as
well as the cupboard as a food-prompt.
Today's lunch (which was not yesterday's and won't be tomorrow's).
sliced Asian pear
mixed salad greens with edible flowers (mostly bits of nasturtium & corn flower petals)
And the poem? Pulverize the granite & who are you? Pull the twig from the crow's craw & who is the crow? (Yes, that's the title). It goes on from there.
All in all, a fine day for shaping words & eating the ripe.