ginger’s zing
pierces pear’s
sweet cream
garlic’s bite
snaps grape’s
tart green
basil’s
sum/
mery
pungent
flavor
adds to
kitchen’s
savory
fragrance
earth’s
beauty
and
bounty
in cobalt
bowls
fill our
brimming
happy
bellys
grace
this
wobbly
old
wooden
table
a grateful
cook
grins
and
swallows
(ambles
slow
as
sticky
syrup
of
amber
maple)
licks
his
slippery
eager
lips
and
chomps
through
thin
crimson
skin
from
early
Fall’s
fat
tempting
first born
child--
Oh Man!
that thirst
quenching
juice-filled
crunch
of crisp
staunch
apple.
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