Gastronomy & Poetry
Whisper the day
Lead me where I need to be
For I’m drawn to paths I float to
I pave the roads I don’t belong to
I still find strength
hold
it shall come
on both hands, I stand
we’re whole
still drawn
curl up, and rest
or hold, and be one
inhale
then give in.
I opened my eyes in the morning, still worried about the fate of the sixth slice of the tourte de canard that was planned for a…