Thursday, April 07, 2011

April Poem 6

Broken clouds floated around like bread squares


In a soft, melting fondue sky

Garnished with paprika ‘hellos’ and oregano ‘what-ifs’

And a good splash of the classic ‘why’



The sun steadily kept the sky melted

But set later, finishing off those unfulfilled wishes

Heartening, really, because even with whatever doesn’t come one’s way

One could still get one of the world’s tastiest dishes







1 comment:

vanderloost said...

Are you the incorrigible foodie?

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