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Smoked radish
When I want
To say
I love you

Sun-dried Tomato Hummus
When I step
Out on the stoop
And bare it to the wind

Fondue and Feta for
A rush of that
Redness to the head
And heart
(but hide at home)

Cheese-blocks carved on butcher-block
Dovetails
Make me cry.
The craft and the hope
Of solidity
And permanence.

Your lips
Parted -
I recall
When they said my name -
Then bitten
By the host
Of this most
happy meal


-jim hill (10-17-08, 12-11-08)