A certain image from the street
strikes combined ideas into lightflash reflection windshields echo sun
into windows @ Bibi's fuente de sodas.These flowers bleed your ink.
Something beyond borders of paper, a
grace of spoon lifted lip to not
acquire full meaning until that
caldo soup gets sipped, tasted,
savored & digested.Old song conforms this light of day;
my verse is the reason I eat here.Beams stab through windows, dancing
over floor, counter, tables, stove, Max
and cooks in reverse order from creation :
enlightenment. Tastes good.
Everything else is barren paper.
No bad poetry can erase it, no
purple prose bury it, no Revolución
Avenue tourist hucksters obscureits truth
you must look to
see & taste to enjoy .
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