Showing posts with label jamb and soup and poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jamb and soup and poems. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Jamb

as in window.
Seen from inside
& out.  Through,
too.  Through
to what?
Or whom?
Similar to those
questions
which carrots
ask of the soup
pan.  Or greens
to a skillet.
& pen to poem.
All & always
off to the side.
& deliciously
fragrant.