~ a ' good-bye ' tart... . .
a ' t a r t ' as
.... . . good-bye ?
" e d i b l e "
offered as my token of farewell... . .
to a person ?
to a chapter ?
. ... a dream ?
a tart made of
everything i hold dear.
everything that's " me " to offer ~
~ these sweet, fresh blueberries
warmed gently in my own rose glaze...
perched on top of a lovely lemon custard...
cradled by a strong enough
yet gentle & crumbling sweet crust
made with a fresh herb and a pinch
of white pepper for spice,
then adding nuts for
ground and strength and texture...
presented humbly in a brown parchment paper cup,
surrounded with another cup of color.
color, that i can't seem to do without...
finished with, and nestled in, and crowned in
so, there it is.
me, given, as one single bite.
. ...cause i just don't know how to do it any other way ~
as the songs say.... .
* baby i give you my world... .
you can go your own way... .
you can call it another day... .
* is this real?
is this just fantasy?
nothing really matters...
. ......any way the wind blows ~
the beautiful flip side of this record is :
hello.... . . ? !
hello to a new chapter?
hello to a new mountain top view?
to my own new 'hell drive' ?
( ~ " moth to a flame " comes to mind here... . ? )
~ so always i ask:
what "g i f t " did i get to unwrap here ?
and then.... .
what do i now offer in return ?
~ h e l l o !
bring it.... . .
( . ..ok, so where's that xxxxxxx screenplay template ? )
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