Untitled - June 7, 2001
A sip of hot liquid
whets the palate
just enough
to moisten the dryness within.
Each droplet
soothes parched lips
even as our eyes
drift away
to follow
the sweet scent
that wafts
from the neat squares
of pressed golden slices
holding
a confection of sweetness.
Each bite reveals
the tangy citron fruits
that linger on the edge.
A sip and a sup
elevates the art of slow consumption --
there is no hurry
the golden jelly
that holds toasted edges
together.
Every nibble,
every bite,
becomes audible
in the resounding silence
as the jellied sandwiches
become more than just sustenance
and something closer
to food
for the soul.
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