Recipe Poem by Patti Masterman

Recipe



Take up the raw word still dripping, with tongs
Hurl it randomly through air
Pay no attention where it lands
Rearrange the thought, beyond reason
Place it beside rare symphonies
Blowing through the woods at moon tide
Blend it with cast off flower petals
And sprinkle with a fallen star:
Do not stir.

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