Quiche For Sale
She smolders in her warmth and subtle juice.
She’s filled with loves’ own complex wonderment:
here made with careful heart at home to choose
the mystic of such cheese from heaven scent.
Here solemn sits she, wrapped in spinach green
whose 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 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. The story: 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! This beauty is still warm as I write, smiling.)