Ordained
Between the warm leaving rain
and the coming of the pizza –
a beer flushes through a gurgling gullet.
It's coming...Medium Margarita,
sweet roasted tomatoes and bubbling cheese.
The evening sky breathes deeper.
Womb-warm, the pizza-satchel sings
to my drooling taste buds;
a delivery almost born,
an ordination, almost consumed
by the wait.
I pour another beer.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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