Wednesday, November 20, 2013
This Thanksgiving why not roast a poem?
Words whether prose, poetry or a hybrid love nothing more than to be kept warm. Either in your hand or in the oven. Think of petite potatoes as small poems. Roast gently with carrots, onions, garlic, olive oil. Don't forget the rosemary. Don't forget to remember. Don't forget to write down the words to remember the recipe.
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ReplyDeleteAhast that the time had passed so quickly
and in the weather a change of heart
the flower vendor admired her lilies
and blessed the sun which had warmed her
Until another word was on the way
she had no choice but to follow the last instructions:
walk to the center of the township near the sea
and look for me, wearing the hat you gave me.