Celebration

Just five days to wait
to eat off that special plate
street drips with it
exposed and bathed in sun
peeling skin off

staccato words match the chopping of the onions
their vitality sucked dry
tears follow
move/ing like magnets
marinating sharp words

Memories of sharing
more nourishing times
O to be back in that happy place
no hidden bones
lingering like a dog afraid of the hare