Taiwan Fish Market (Buddha Expats) Poem by Tad Wojnicki Israel

swordfish fried
tuna raw
fish feast

catch
don't carry
your lunch

'not bok choy'
she says, 'it's the
spoon veggie'

two spoons
between us
spooning

fish crisp -
the rice pot
rings ready

salmon parts
baby eggplants pop
atop the tofu

milk heavy -
she kicks the coconut
into the kitchen

dry heat
the slosh, slosh
of the coconut

stirring moment
leeks
in her wok

smoked octopus
and watercress canapes
expact's bite