Poems #115-117: “First Bite,” “Tulip,” and “God”

First Bite

The delicate balance
of flavor and aroma
invites the memory
of Grandma’s last
Christmas dinner.

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__________

Tulip

How
strange
it is
to pluck
a beautiful
flower
only to watch
it wither
and
die.

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__________

God:

Santa
on
steroids.

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