consonantberry

Greek Salad

In Poetry on April 4, 2012 at 9:48 pm

Recumbers a Greek salad with
Olives,
Feta,
And the fresh elbow knife
Of newly sliced tomato,
And how not the rings of red onion?
Hoola-hoop my tears while I chop,
Then squeeze a lemon fist over
And dribble contrast balance on the beam
Where the eye ducts of my taste buds
Dance their chemical tears.
An acid sharp neutrality,
And finally then the virgin
Olive oil.

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  1. absolutely wonderful! you have a way with language

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