sculptors have been
in the pantry the cheese
all Swiss now
food
Gold Standard
the miner’s tin perk
cheering body and soul
a gold standard
Cherries
cherries glisten
in a fruit stand basket
sampling with my eyes
Brownies
chewing brownies
the lingering taste
of a bad nut
First Meal
the newlyweds’ first meal
chicken tenders
and tater tots
My response to the Ragtag daily prompt: TENDER
Upcoming Generation
ship bringing food
reaches the besieged town
only children at the dock
First Pick
the first melon
picked from my own vine
not quite ripe
Bake Sale
sidewalk baker
stirs in pine cones and pebbles
mud pies for sale
Lunch-time Haiku
onion on cutting board
white flesh exposed, awaiting
dissection at noon
cheese slice slithers
on mayo, topped with lettuce—
the Orange and the Green
meat comes next—does
the Queen ever eat salami?
I chew on the thought
arc bite in sandwich
I ponder the universe
time stops for lunch
Abundance
field mice scurry over
a hill of harvested grain
abundant blessings