Meals and poetry are interwoven. To smoked salmon with a pepper crust add sliced cucumber, and, yes, sliced strawberries. The visual intrigues; taste surprises as the last line of a working poem does. A bit of startle. Perhaps, a bit of breath taken away/given back. In all, the perfect weight of an echo.
I think it's the added panache of strawberry. What do you reckon?
Hypotheticals (continued)
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and the sheer madness of things
No wonder it lasted the morning
when it became time to break for coffee
The merchant and his daughter found out the day before
Some one had invited them to the christening
and they had no time to prepare, no time
to purchase a gift so they offered peaches
Upon receiving the basket of ripe fruit
the parents exclaimed with joy and laughter
The merchant and his daughter were welcomed
as if the peaches were made of gold