My inaugural pepper:
A dream once held
In a hand, my hand.
My words vanishing greenly
into vegetative slumber;
escaping my grasp, leaving behind
only a round green rind, hollow
with pepper-sweet seeds.
Poetry and Thoughts
My inaugural pepper:
A dream once held
In a hand, my hand.
My words vanishing greenly
into vegetative slumber;
escaping my grasp, leaving behind
only a round green rind, hollow
with pepper-sweet seeds.