The anxious spring

Awaiting narrative


A room suffused with turpentine

Mixed with beeswax

And the milky juice of figs


Melanges so witty they can

Infuse a menu with dramatic tension

Squeeze  a laugh out of trade disputes


Illuminate the question

How substances carry meaning

If not a burning bush, a lifted torch


Tasting a viewpoint

More comic then bleak

The rigors of the past are cast aside


As object or elegant pursuit

Futile or obsolete

Each dazzling grievance gone