Crispy Duck Poem by Mel Mackie

Crispy Duck



Be present.
steam rising from bowl,
smiling tigers,
gold and crimson,
bamboo shoots,
western hair meets
eastern male.
sweet and salty,
hot!
burns my tongue.
mind is here,
looking out,
like crispy duck
in window.

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