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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