A taste of honey
A hungry night owl bee
Pollinates the silver moon
Milk-weed flower, a galaxy
Flavor captured in a long tapered wooden spoon.
A Pickled rind of lime
Pounded into continental sweetheart pastes
Fates burn down time
Lapsed tastes.
A long lasting chile burst
Signals surrender to imaginary woes
Candle lit swords slice fiery thirsts
Fire’s black ashes bury wigwam toes.
A yellow & ground fine cornmeal
Peace offering to my numbers
Stirred into polenta deals
Blown eastward in my slumbers.
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