Thursday, October 31, 2013

On what level does cooked spinach relate to poetry?

Editing!
How so?
Reworking the familiar.
How so?
Usually, I eat spinach raw.
Use it as a canvas to which much color, many shapes, added.
Last night, spinach cooked with olive oil and garlic.
So green.
So fresh.
So promising.

1 comment:

  1. H./cont.


    Shaking off the dew of worry, she recalled a quote
    from someone she no longer knew:
    "Perfect beings, never dreamed of,
    will present themselves for your experiments...

    Your memory and your senses
    will be simply the nourishment
    of your creative impulse."
    She felt a sudden urge for a salad.

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