12/14/2023
Oh, since I was only a braided, wee bit of a thing,
Pizza was even better, than owning a diamond ring.
It was a taste of Italian camaraderie,also!
We were joyful, there was no time for pretentious snoberry.
I do confess to you I could eat Italian cuisine this very day.
Sausage, provolne, garlic, are delicious alchemies any day!
Add a spellbinding, multicolored, melting candle .
The romantic scent of it was more than Ican handle.
For centuries, this delicious food, in my life,leaves me
exuberantly excited.
I can even dream of this dish made by angels heavenly.
And to think I am still eating it, way past age…seventy.
Storyteller weaves his tales
throughout my mind and heart.
He alchemies my leaden days
into golden thoughts.
We soar above the shrinking earth
on word-filled wings at night,
glide on intellectual planes;
it’s Truth we seek to find.
Charting unknown territory
of heartlands, minds and brains,
we plumb the depths of mysteries
that rule cabbages and kings.
Like Capote penning portraits,
his stories glow so real.
Their 3-D essence touches me
in déjà vu surreal.
He’s captured me in tidy yarns,
with friendship for a knot.
Allowing him to nurture me,
he feeds my starving heart.
He takes me here, he whisks me there,
with legends of the fall.
But one place I can never trod
is deep inside his soul.
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