Cool, tangy Spaghetti salad On the tongue, Slippery strands Mixed with Onions, oil and Poppy seeds, Red tomatoes Playing hide and seek With crunchy Pepper chunks. Lima beans, Salty, warm, Filled with Buttery southern Memories, Meals remembered from A happy youth Still hoping To taste summer sun Lying thick On fields Of hay and soy. Black-eyed peas Add a meaty tone, Brown, round, Rolling On a tongue That longs To drawl Of simple things That mean More in life Than computer code And dusty books Upon a shelf. What a poem This meal is! How icing sweet This layer cake Of words! Food for a soul Longing for Kitchen tables And friends Far away In time And space. Dishes may be Washed, But nothing Can those days, That life, Replace!
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