THE TERRESTRIAL SAINT PREPARES A DELICIOUS PASTA DISH

by on October 12, 2013 :: 0 comments

Grey finches
fly
from your thoughts
as you retrieve
the harness
dropped
at the feet
of imagination.

You prepare
several heaping dishes
with plum tomatoes
and burnt cheeses
resembling the stained outline
of a 15th Century Italian map
tacked
to the backside
of a pantry door
hidden
among a natural stone ribbon
of pale blue farmhouses
in Southern Italy.

The earth
is such a part
of our skin
that our emotions
tremble
like cicadas’
glass beads
being pulled
through the reluctant hips of a blond harp.

You reach
for your fallen harness,
only to find it
vaporized
into cinnamon-colored mushrooms
thriving
quite nicely,
now,
among the debris
of your dead thoughts.

editors note:

Ah, to dine at the table of this sweet muse. Let’s eat! – mh

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