A Modest Meal

Two ripened onion blossoms

flavor the late evening feast

succulent

 

Turning in well oiled hands

a chef who loves his work

an edible orchestra, complex rhythms

hands at work

light misty sweat

 

The fruit dances

upon his palette

knowledge meets action entangles passion

 

A red wine

a late harvest

abundance in a fevered pitch

like a fiesta

 

the meal overpowering

the consumed consumes the served

nothing left

but sleep, peace

contentment

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