Hearts of artichokes offer subtle resistance
then subside against the angled blade.
Dusky as a day-old bruise, olives submerge,
grateful, into their vinaigrette whirlpool,
joined by a roisterous crowd of rotini, fêted
with bell-pepper confetti and a flurry of feta.
And so—having mixed and mingled—to bed,
in the dark sanctuary of a well-covered bowl.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Max Pixel
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