Something you could slide off of

words

gestures

perhaps

the front of

a menu 

promising

cool 

satisfaction

yes

cool

very

An olive being

overtaken

perhaps

nibbled

perhaps

this is

a haiku

becoming 

Space wears a hat

on Monday

by Wednesday

the feather is quite

pronounced

no reservations

required

what you choose

to eat, what you

choose

to write 

gravity 

determines



You might imagine

a star breaking through night.  Or you might image night holding a star in place.  The rose color is pure Baziotes, and always welcomed.  Although this is not his style of gesturing.  Perhaps it's beets giving up their red to ricotta.  Obviously, the poem waits on the kitchen counter.  

I prefer mint green

as ice cream not in clothes.  And especially not in poems.  On the other hand, black is always welcomed with its mysteries & promises.

Fungi encircles eucalyptus

By itself this fungi would be spectacular.  Knowing it has made a eucalyptus branch its anchor and won't give up is magic. Fungi encircles eucalyptus and everything, everything connected.  Take that thought into the kitchen.  Make up a poem to celebrate.  
 

Moving into evening with vegetation

What we choose to see is what we see.  The same is true with cooking.  The same with gesturing in words.

magic

 is

measured

by

speed

of

color

blinking

or

when

a 

crow

sneezes

or 

when

night

tangos 

Reacquainted with pink

As a child, pink was of no interest and yet now, it swims gently toward your eyes.  I prefer pink radishes to red.  However, with poetry red always wins my favor especially if shoe, involved.  

Halved

This is the work of shadowed reflection.  Like only one side of a spoon. Half the alphabet.  Is it any surprise, here are no ripe tomatoes left?  

 

Amid metal and sun

something is grabbing attention.  Something spins.  Something comes forward.  But what is receding at this time?  I want to cook something with betacarotene.  Lots of it.  Roasted carrot hummus dip.  Perhaps a poem to accompany.  

It is a holiday, after all.

 Something should float today.  Yes, colorful.  Something with joy as its ballast.  It's a stretch, I know.