Sunday, June 28, 2015

Butterfly

A butterfly, of sorts,
is sorrel.
An astonishing leaf.
An astonishing taste.
Raw or sauteed.
Bright for a festive,
historic weekend.
The garden is proud;
the poem unfurled
in each taste.

1 comment:

  1. cp


    the first taste of bitter
    stirs then soothes

    the taste of earth and a flower in one leaf--
    you make a salad and celebrate

    on some mountain the sun and its wildness
    burns a field

    the forces shake us
    up

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