It's all
Berries picked sun-warm along the road; along the tracks
Staining fingers
But who cares because
Sweetness
Veg fresh from the plants still smelling of soil & growth
tasting their fullest from
Farm-to-Table:
my table
Food truck smells & sounds
Inhale, Salivate, Repeat
feeding not only the body but the senses
Soul food fo' sho'
Sweat drying on the back of the neck from the breeze you hoped would come soon
Knowing that water will never taste
So good
As right now
Meat, beets, corn, fish
anything you find
Tasting of the grill you threw it on
Just minutes ago
While your neighbor does the same
Swapping smells and recipes
Woodfire, crack - pop - glow
Of coals
Roasting
Heated sugar swells & smears over
Chocolate
No one minding if you ask for more
Tangible tasting of a season we pass through
At just the right pace
Refined into value & memories:
If we eat it well.
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