Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Kale

Intensely green.   What's a green poem?
Verdant.
Alive.
Nourishing
& very accepting by the mouth

How like a page is a slice of kale. Ruffled, perhaps. Full of ravines like most words.

1 comment:

  1. So it's nowhere to be found! The aging map is pinned against the wall, blue chalk around the planetary islands. In the hallway two guests have arrived for dinner; rumored to have died on a recent journey through Tunisia, they have lately been rediscovered as likely company once again.

    "Suds", SF, '86

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