Bowls

and what they might contain.  Shape and potential.

Now imagine paper and what might be harvested therein.

And why am I fondly remembering the 2 baby quail Ann and I spotted at San Pedro Park yesterday?

I eat artichokes.
I eat mangoes.
I don't eat quail.

Mango, tomato & avocado. How does mta relate to poetry?

If you assume as I do that food and poetry share love of the ripe and joy in color, then the connection isn't farfetched. The combination of mango, tomato & avocado serves as a colorful springboard for a salad either opening or closing the meal. Similar to an apt arrangement of words accommodating silence which can occur at the beginning or end of the poem. Throughout, actually.