Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wallis

March of feasts overblown.
Fine silver, origin unknown.
The runcible spoon
in a cradle
of glittering capers.

Salt sheathed in black.
Promise of pearls
parsed over time.
A fiery pop,
an uncrossable line.

A king awakens.
How exquisite  --
the peppercorns in brine.