A Modest Meal

Two ripened onion blossoms

flavor the late evening feast



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



Author: Michael Kloss

There is a Sunday conscience, as well as a Sunday coat; and those who make religion a secondary concern put the coat and conscience carefully by to put on only once a week. - Charles Dickens

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