I’m going to do a little something different this Foodie Friday: no recipes, but we’re still going to have fun with food. How? With a couple of delicious poems.
This first one is by one of my favorite poets, Charles Simic. A touch of eerie, but fun nonetheless:
By Charles Simic
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.