Poetry Stew
I retreat to the
kitchen
To whisk
metaphorical roux
Savory meat added
for gusto
And those colorful
vegetables
Only little words
Absorbing brothy
flavor.
The spooned sample,
hot
Guarded beneath by
cupped hand
“More salt”, you
say.
©Christine
A. Evans 1.7.17
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