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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Bream on a plate

March 2009

pale post-steam pink,
the fin barb like Mohican hair,
taking the spoon, cutting through
in the way of a surgeon, extracting the meat,
a scale getting into the mouth…

yellow green mak tam leaf,
teeming garlic juice,

no rice

on the screen, in free fall,
leaf after leaf of orange autumn
Posted by Richard Homer at 3/25/2009
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