Michelle Schaefer
What’s delicious?
cheeseburgers, fries and chocolate shakes
mushroom pasta with hot pepper flakes
New York style pizza sold by the slice
fried chicken and biscuits minus the flies
a dozen sushi rolls and a Sapporo beer
brisket, flank steak, prime rib almost rare
flapping jack pancakes rolled round a pig
Gyros with hummus fresh off the spit
butter roll gravy and Dutch apple pie
seconds on everything including a sigh
Is this the best you can do?
Bacon more bacon, a bacon s’more
Cheetos, Doritos, Tostitos and more
donuts and curlers the oil-soaked box
bagels and cream cheese piled high with some lox
anything ranch, French or cooked in a wok
But is that delicious or simply just talk?
What’s truly delicious?
Satsumas with easy peel skin
the hot bite of radish with salt
an eye-catching carrot pulled from the ground
tiny blue bits of sky wedged between clouds
damp soil in the shape of your hand
bird song you don’t know the name of
fronds and baby ferns the color of fresh
beginning and ending rain on a Saturday morn
the crunch of snow under new boots
finding the moon just above the horizon
sunrise and sunset in the cool of the desert
walking after dusk in late hot summer
a long look into two different color eyes
reading a friend’s letter again and again
holding your grandmother’s hand
making the choice to stay together
giving someone a second chance
a kind word after a long struggle
coming out at the end of a dark tunnel
forgiving when it hurts your pride
being in love for the first time
now that’s delicious
eat well
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