Wednesday, November 20, 2013

This Thanksgiving why not roast a poem?

Words whether prose, poetry or a hybrid love nothing more than to be kept warm. Either in your hand or in the oven.  Think of petite potatoes as small poems.  Roast gently with carrots, onions, garlic, olive oil.  Don't forget the rosemary.  Don't forget to remember. Don't forget to write down the words to remember the recipe. 

1 comment:

  1. H/c

    Ahast that the time had passed so quickly
    and in the weather a change of heart
    the flower vendor admired her lilies
    and blessed the sun which had warmed her

    Until another word was on the way
    she had no choice but to follow the last instructions:
    walk to the center of the township near the sea
    and look for me, wearing the hat you gave me.