Sunday, October 3, 2010

Cooking Up Tomorrow

Morning comes later,
and all of a sudden I
hold a dry leaf in quiet surprise.
Here is the time of harvesting
dreams written in couplets
strewn about like lost bits of paper
and not assembled with
much grace.
With luck I'll open the freezer door
in a month or two
and find a robust stew
or colorful sauce.
I amuse myself constructing
grand plans like gourmet recipes
that fall apart before
the heat hits the pan.

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