Monday, March 19, 2012

Terra-Cotta Toast

image borrowed from bing

Terra-Cotta Toast

Maple sugar marbles cannot take a hit,
not even a little bit, but
you can eat them later;

yes, after you re-crush them, doing so
without doubt, without grief;
consuming their brown helix ravenously,

just sprinkling it on your bland oatmeal,
or flipping it out over your texas-toast,
for it is said by many

that tree sweetness checkmates
that of the cane, or the beet,
that having some every day

will completely banish the lily
from your chest, or at least
keep it at bay;

but how in hell do you make
maple marbles, you ask--ah,
that is a tale for another time.

Glenn Buttkus

March 2012

Posted over at Monday Melting-Week 9

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Mark Windham said...

enjoyed this one, thanks Glenn.

Anonymous said...

"a tale for another time" ... Ha, great ending. :)

I adore this line: "tree sweetness checkmates that of the cane"


Paul Bauck said...

"I've never heard of them, but they sound and look delicious."

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