Of Enchiladas and Poets   Leave a comment

The poem
like the enchilada
and the poet    like the cook
cannot be discerned
from a glance

as affection from a lover
cannot be guessed
by brawn of muscle
or bulge of belly

Poems and enchiladas
come long
skinny, stout
or smothering

Their builders are likewise of varied shapes
and though I've heard, "he has a poet's face"
I cannot trust
the truth of an image

until the taste of poetry
and the impact of enchilada
lie on the tongue
roll across the palate
seize the pores

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