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The Job of an Herb - March 10, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 9, 2025
  • 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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