Clove
Essential Sunday slumps
under a dead hand of steam -
gently returning to dough.
Edging. All that remains.
Neat as a dog collar.
It illustrates the way
all us feasters and fasters
caved in to frozen food.
And now every day is
Regulus Wednesday
yawning its groundhog smile.
Only the strongest
patchouli escapes the over-zealous
hood. No hint of a clove
in an apple pie’s heart
licking your nose
like old dog Sunday
attentive to something higher.
Take a sniff at the freezer
And tell me it is not so.
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