Italian Blessing
Pampering my stir fried veggies,
with a dot of butter and olive oil,
splash of soy sauce,
cayenne pepper,
and to make even more palatable
I grab the parmesan cheese.
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE three times
s u r p r i s e d...by the dust that flies
and my clean shirt is coated in Italian blessing,
as is my freshly mopped kitchen floor.
I sweep, eat and mop...in that order.
It never snowed in Georgia, this Winter,
except two days before Spring.
The shovel outside, need not apply.
3/18/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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