Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Day 323 of 365: Food Poetry, Anyone?


Eats
are on my mind
from early morning
to late at night
in spring
or
winter
there is no wrong
or right
time
to feel that sudden
need
to find that sudden
meal

i
am always
hungry


(Forgive me Mr. Arnold Adoff for screwing with the format of your lovely poem and not giving it true justice in its original form. My autographed copy of your book, which I received in first grade, is now housed in one of twenty boxes I have stored in the US waiting to join me here in the UK. I am finding much comfort in these poems in my current stage of gestating a human, so thank you for sharing your gift.)

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