That's when breakfast centers around the unexpected. Smoked pepper salmon, sliced Persian cucumbers, and the freshest of fresh strawberries (add a leaf of lemon thyme). The next poem written will unlikely be narrative. It's all about color. It's all about the layering of tastes. The striation of sound.
Oh, what a year for strawberries.
(H. cont.)
ReplyDeleteThe councilman who was running for re-election
decided to avert the subject and brought to the table
a platter of the purveyor's finest strawberries
The nephew knew this tactic from his days at the embassy
and decided to return to work that evening
and forward the intelligence he had gathered
for it had circulated that very morning in a memo
that certain confidential information had surfaced
and the task of every worker in the factory
was to spread a rumor about the foreman
so the government would apprehend him
for crimes he had committed in the past