sara Etgen-Baker Poet Free verse

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THE TASTE OF NOTHING

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eight kinds of honey,  
but none for the bees.  

a pyramid of apples polished so bright  
they reflect the security cameras,  
their waxy skins sealing in  
the taste of nothing.  

The freezer aisle hums  
like a god demanding worship~  
so many doors, 
so many choices. 

We are drowning in the deep end  
of shallow things.  
What are we thinking?

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Line Gauthier December 17, 2025 at 5:45 AM I'm sure you'd have a lot to say about all the processed foods in the other aisles... sara Etgen-Baker December 21, 2025 at 4:06 PM the processed food aisle is formidable :-)

Paige Hind December 15, 2025 at 7:35 PM You made your point. Thank God for imagination. sara Etgen-Baker December 16, 2025 at 5:18 PM thank you, Paige! I'm with you on imagination! :-)

Daniel Henry Rodgers December 15, 2025 at 9:25 AM Dear Sara, The image of polished apples reflecting cameras really stuck with me for it’s sharp and thought-provoking. Oh, how often we chase things that don’t truly satisfy. Holiday Blessings, Dear Sara, Daniel sara Etgen-Baker December 16, 2025 at 5:18 PM thanks for stopping by, Daniel. I agree...we pursue that which doesn't satisfy and then overcompensate in a host of other ways....in that sense, all the abundance I see is a type of 'poverty.' Have a blessed holiday, Sara