SUGAR and flour dusting apron and countertop alike, the
ELDER baker and her sous-chef granddaughter finished the cupcakes, having
KNEED the oven door the rest of the way closed. From the kitchen
AROSE the aroma of love and memories.
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Tulip Mania
NERVE, you’ve gotta keep it,
HEADY times for savvy investor,
TULIP bulbs booming.
STRAP in, no way to lose..
Sky Flyer
NERVEs as fragile as
TULIP petals while the winch lifted us.
STRAPs seem a flimsy safeguard: the
HEADY altitude (and her courage) taunted me.
A Blow
WOUND came as blow to the shoulder, an alien momentum; he
SWORE, was spun off path into jungle’s thicket. Stumble becomes
ASSET. More shots ring out, he now hidden from view. He looks up:
MANGO, red, lush, hanging from branch above. Then sees blood blossom on his shirt.
ODE TO MY BURMESE FRIENDS
PLUCK the strings, musician chewing a
BETEL nut to your rhythm. Much like a
WALTZ your dancers sway, flow like the
CLOTHs of chiffon they wave- telling tales unlike the schism that brought you all here so far from whence you came.
Wrongly timed thrift
WOUND slow to heal after he
SWORE at her for spending too much.
ASSET, penny pinching may be in many circumstances, but
MANGO for an anniversary cocktail a worthy indulgence.
Lamech
MAN GOes on his way to
WOUND and scrape and steal;
SWORE to rise above himself,
AS SET beneath the heel.
Cloth Trade
CLOTH merchant sets up in the marketplace,
PLUCKs brocades, songkets, chenilles from wrappings.
WALTZ of barter, point, counter-point above stitch and counter-stitch.
BETEL chewers watch, mull mystery: woven treasures having come a thousand leagues.
Orion
BETELgeuse burns red, the Hunter’s
CLOTHes stained from his prey, his arrows
PLUCKed from them. Rigel’s blue eyes
WALTZ for joy at each conquest.
Dust on the Scale
SCALE swept clean of dust with a
FLING of the cloth like wind over the
BLUFF. Millions of motes scattered,
WOKEN to the terror of Him who holds the scale.