Friday, April 4, 2014

a lune in the kitchen

by Christine Fojas

spread of red
sauce on a thin tortilla
while cheese melts
with tender mushrooms
that take on the taste
and scent: rosemary,
garlic, salt, pepper,
a dash of lemon juice.
it is done.

the first bite
is always the best: crisp
and warm. teeth
and tongue dance
over the feast, for senses
barely awake. day
arrives too early.
the plate is soon empty
it lasted just

long enough to
break my fast.

prompt: lune; I began the day with this meal and then told myself to pay attention to my senses for today's poem. they come together here.

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