Pete Lee

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

The Poetic Nature of Salad

crunchy, crunchy, crunchy

Bright spears of squash,
laying upon
a verdant bed of spinach

Happy green globes of peas
jostling for space next to
sweet corn

Succulent tomatoes
in congress with the humble bean

Trickling rivulets from
sanguine beets

All rained upon from the heavens
with vinegar of balsam and
the salve of olive oil

Nature, in all of her sublime beauty
rests upon my plate

I am consumed by her,
and consume her.