Monday, September 10, 2018

Coming or going?


In the journey, does it matter? Movement, intention & mediation.  Knife, fork, spoon.  And, as we all know, the plate is pure paper.  Food like a poem begins small.  Close to water; perhaps a harbor.  A cove for sure.  With food as with foods -- passion aplenty.

1 comment:

  1. foolish anchor which is now holding us down, gravity, submersion, chemistry of continual desire, baked goods, surly matrons, the aprons of the one who matters, and dies cast--all this on the menu for brunch! why not ask them over and be done with it? the sun on my worn out couch, how can i ever turn it in?

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