salad poem the second
(the first of a series of food poems)


the essence of a thousand sacred summer swallows
haunted by images of love & yesterday
soaring & shining
azure scarlet purple
they light for a moment in a tiny garden
&
whisper the language of perfume
to a bed of edible floral petals & wild spring greens
imagining a salad


All writing contained in this website 1998-2005 by Betty A. Parker

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