a trilogy of tiny food poems
(read them quickly, before they disappear)
where is x, y & z?
(i know it's cryptic, but there is a trick to this one. i think it's easy, but can you guess it?)
a baby cookie dreamed eternally from gardens,
hiding in joyful kisses,
luscious mocha nights of pastry,
quiet roses, shimmering tiny under vanilla whispers.
haiku of a summer roll
shrimp and tart mango
surrounded by translucence
and spring green whispers
the Orange Trees were her babies
(for my mom)
A sigh of sweet
a trickle of pucker.
My mother gently cradles the orange orb
in her soft hand.
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