Write a poem about color
We eat with our eyes
I think as I prepare our simple
Boneless loin pork chops, browned
in olive oil with garlic and sliced
green peppers that slip from
bright to muted as heat softens them.
When the pork is done, (no more pink),
I plate it with peppers casualy draped on top
and a side of bright yellow polenta
flecked with green and orange from
shredded spinach and carrot bits.
Taking a look, I am satisfied
a work of art on a square white
Soon each canvas will be scraped clean
awaiting tomorrow’s work of