Engorge the salad.
Sleepy afternoon
dies and is reborn
in the brief sunset.
Burst the tomato
whole in my mouth.
Mellifluous melodies,
carnival joy of purity
like laughter of infants.
Crack open carrots;
I am brought home.
Bath of the song;
our sink is full.
And eyeing apples.
Soup's next.
06/02/2016
West Vancouver