The Job of an Herb - March 10, 2025

Gary Hunter
Mar 9
1 min read

my spice drawer

is always a visit

to the lost and found

sense of order, long gone

the logic of chaos imprints

on my spinning eyes

finding what I’m looking for

I introduce it to the

bubbling beef and veggies

and let them mingle

the job of an herb

is to be friendly with

whomever it meets

the more time spent together

the better the social connection

the chummier they get

the tastier the friendship

allowing my dinner guest to say

That was amazing

and as they leave

point to their stomach

Look, they’re still talking

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