Little trees cover my plate,
An entrance to a tastebud tango.
The siesta starts with a citrus spice,
Springs of fresh cilantro.
Spinach follows in step behind,
With a bitter swirl over the tongue.
Another bite reveals arugula
With surprising crunch and tang.
In the last steps mint steals the show
Cooling the flavor floor.
An aromatic dance to savor,
Green’s the color I hunger for.
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Thanks for reading :) Go enjoy some fresh leafy greens!
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Now La Cumparsita is playing in my head :D Who's underrating the greens? How dare they?
Fantastic poem! Enjoyed!