in a far country
our foreign bodies
still carving a turkey
and pumpkin
unsettled by table talk
we wish we understood
drinking elixirs
for the health of all
yet with a cabin fever
with every chocolate bite
on our deserted lips
in this muted pantry
by an alphabet soup kitchen
with herbs, garlic and spice
away from fast food diners
getting acquainted
with a new cuisine
tasting the manna of others
in a dandilion salad
with filament fingers
of delights in our hands
to share with you.
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BZ Niditch's new poetry collection is "LORCA AT SEVILLA" March St. Press.
