Gifts Outright

postsnark:

As summer humidity turns to 

Mist on a cold spring morning,

Cooking becomes progressivily

More dangerous. In this inbetween

Eschatalogical season of already

But not yet,  ordinary things like garlic

And onions become window

Panes through which you can transform

Canned sauce and frozen hamburger into

An culinary Eiffel Tower. Farm Stands peek

Out of the dirt awaiting more rain,

And the summer sun before your knives

Can draw sumptuous blood from 

Ill arrayed yet plump madonas of summer. 

This is nice work by my friend Brent.