Necessary indulgences especially when peaches roasted (yes, that's what I meant) and poems read aloud.
Recipe to accommodate a poem being itself & read aloud
400 degree oven
slice a peach
arrange on baking dish
roast as you would a poem
until finished
one flies in the wind as an abject bird
ReplyDeletemight want to find its first home
distinct lights on the hillside
the aroma of an oven in full swing
progress toward the distinguishing signposts
a melody in one's head
to embrace the evaporated litany
she hurries onward, uninformed