beauty and condiments

beauty and condiments

A Poem by R.G. Johnson


beauty and condiments 
I was sure it was a single Iris shining brazen laughter on a lonely brown field,
or perhaps a twilight star burning radiantly between red sunset clouds.
it could have been a butterfly in flux; yellow life on a cool fall breeze,
or the glowing eye of a lonesome wolf peering from the midnight wood.
but a bell rang death to my mental scenes, and a gruff voice boomed, “order up!”
the deli buzz strangled our romance.
there’s mustard on your cheek.

© 2009 R.G. Johnson

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Added on October 27, 2009


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