Paragon of rented salads.
A week! Year!
Lifetime!
I agree with vinegar dressing...
Biting
As my mouth,
Forkful, carefully down,
Chewing over
Ribbed greenery...
Once soil-rooted
Alive, sun-faced,
Then torn.
My lawyer takes
Me to lunch...
Celebration.
Vinegar.
The sharpness of this one is setting my teeth on edge. Ha! How about some mango churtney to cool that mouth. Appetite stirring piece. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
Full of zip and fibre. I can taste the vinegar and black pepper in every line.