this basil leaf
picked and shredded
into the tomato soup
reminds me
this earth serves us
the house and table
ladle bowl and napkin
a spoon that pours
an offering through lips
and if the setting
and temperature
the spice and flavor
are just right
we tip the world
a humming smile
every ooh and aah we aim if for a flower’s sunny side the dressed up showoff side the hair and makeup side the red carpet side preferred by the eyes of cameras bees and butterflies perfect for couplin
you could say a poet is like the spy who breaks into places looking for classified information skeletons or warm bodies in closets everything that holds a secret an untold story to tell needs a bit of