Tuesday, September 3, 2013

A Poem Should Be (3)


Unexpected

And dawn on you
Just like that 

Early morning wild 
Smell of field 

Fennel tickling 
Your nostrils making 

You feel pickled pink. 









4 comments:

  1. Getting a whiff of the field fennel here (that's a poem for you). And like very much the thought of being "pickled pink".

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  2. Thanks, Duncan. BTW, "pickled pink" is what I feel like whenever I try some of my wife's pickled lady fingers seasoned with fennel and other sundry condiments! Great with ouzo or tsipouro.

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  3. I tink I almost know the feeling, maybe.

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  4. Dat's interesting--wheredja nibble on the lady's fingers?

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