No Time for Poetry
Green lentils rain
into a one-cup measure
Onions hiss in the pan
An Uno game is in the offing
My hand already dealt
By the time hot soup steams
in rainbow bowls
The timpani of green pulses
and the slap of Wild Draw Four
Have turned into vapor
You're on a roll! This is another great one!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love your poems, Andrea! And I didn't even realize 'til just now that the more I comment, the greater the chance of winning a book. ;)
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