Poetry has much in common with cooking. It's the making of. Those out-takes of a poem (aka leftovers) might well become a title or the last fitting line of a new poem. Leftovers are anything but left over. They are starter, they are culture (think yogurt) of a meal. We all know a poem is a meal. Right?
HYPOTHETICALS
ReplyDeleteJust as the rising waters signal
some depths below the surface
one watches at the entryway
to see a favorite face
all's put in order
when another note is heard
familiar and eloquent
as a toasted cheese cut in fours