is pure comfort food. Winter squash for sure. Rooted and sturdy with insides that surprise & beguile made sweet by roasting. Which is what certain words dish up, too, as poems. I'm thinking editing a poem tries to get to the inherent savory and/or sweetness. A kind of roasting, I'd say.
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| Top left: Blue Ballet Squash -- new to me. Yummy! |
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lest the semblance
in literate runaways
giving oops on top of sordid claims
and the bucket of the big one tips over