Food Poetry: Blackberry Sage Glazed Meatballs

in the chorus of many voices

she hushes the words wanting to rise

singing her song on a final bridge

the song hovers on the tongue waiting

It will not come

but what it is reverberates

to be heard to listen

Now we hear the music

Now we must heed its melody

and wait for our turn on stage

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Food Poetry: Pickled Cherries

an only child

pass down person

heart race

you lose

your mind you

my body tells me

sleep fraught with furrow

draw that out that goodness

distance and time

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