a culinary affaire

be still my toasted roasted
milled grilled
sliced spiced
boiled roiled
poached broached
be still my beaten eaten heart

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late afternoon light
shadow of a dove crosses
the closed venetians

child scream time

crow in the north

palm holds

a busy bee

love in

honey fest

wild bees

tree bark trunk

split

honey cave hum

the sudden flock

the sudden flock rose

spanned wings

a Japanese print

flung across

straight stretched road

one missed the updraft

became a bloodless thud

washed away in the wake

looked back saw

splayed wings

at never fly again angles

feathered body on a roll

down the highway

glued to glass

one grey feather

and a smudge

came home with me

after ph

rothko 

painted

desert

stones