Five Minutes Before Dinner

A poem wrote me before it was served

Photo by Ella Olsson on Unsplash

There’s 5 minutes before dinner
and I’m caught in a stream
to marinate my dreams
by the fallen rose petals
next to the red grill
still tired from the last time
veggies were a roastin’
and the flames were a toastin’.

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