Quiche For Sale


La Quiche, we sigh for sisters, tearful, all


20171015_104802Quiche For Sale

She smolders in her warmth and subtle juice.

She’s filled with loves’ own complex wonderment:

here made with careful heart to rightly choose

the mystic of such cheese from heaven scent.

Here solemn sits she, wrapped in spinach green

where rising odor soothes of smothered egg

chopped onions roasted with a glorious sheen

whipped peppers tingled-red now beg

among her mixed embellishments and sigh

the chef’s intentions with her fancy’s flair.

Yet, weep all those who would, with eager eye

share gold concoctions with abandoned air.

La Quiche, we sigh for sisters, tearful, all

for unrequited love our duties call.

(One never knows what I might use for a poem.  So, the story is:  my daughter rises early this Sunday am to make breakfast for her brother.  The plan was to visit his new digs with breakfast made with loving hands at home.  As she takes the gorgeous thing out of the oven, he calls  an hour before our arrival to say he will not be home for our planned visit 3 days ago!   The quiche is still warm as I write this, lol.)

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