in its folding & unfolding.
Just what a satisfying meal does. That ping of pepper,
a bite of lemon, the saltiness & brine of an olive.
Just like a poem with just the right amount
of twist & turn. The hinge of poem is a line break, of course.
Of course. L'Shana Tova.
Along the highway outside the city
ReplyDeletezippered livestock along the green hilled eaves
parts of old motorcycles, brazen grass on the smart road
I sense a warm evening on the crickety porch
aligned with timbers, fallen stars, fireflies