Waiting for a veal parmesan sandwich.
Overcome with anticipation.
I drum my fingers while I wait.
It will probably be disappointing.
It arrives.
It’s not disappointing.
It is a delicious expression of everything good.
Bread.
Cheese.
Sauce.
Meat.
I am rejuvenated.
Invigorated.
Life is a joy.
For me.
For the baby cow?
Not so much.
This poem is extremely temporal.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is a very momenty poem, actually reminds me much and favorably to "Radish So Red"
ReplyDeleteStructure: A-B corresponds to C-D
ReplyDeleteA: lines 1-3
B: line 4
C: lines 5-15
D: lines 16-17
Glad Dad jumped on the poetry bandwagon this week. Now I feel bad for grilling you about the word "refreshed." Maybe I'm just trying to beat the unique flavor out of your poetry sandwich. Maybe that unusual word choice was exactly what was needed.
ReplyDeleteBarry, I tried it with your suggested "rejuvenated" and liked it. Not so much because of the definition, but because of how it sounds with "invigorated".
ReplyDeleteVery mooving. A lot of vealing.
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