Ode to an empty Circle - May 13, 2001

To move quickly from a dull yellow,
falling into a liquid bath of hotness,
flopped over even before the side is golden.

The sizzle and hiss of a white glaze
that coats crisp gold flesh
remaining firm to the touch.

Each bite melts away
even as we struggle
to identify the taste.

A feast of tasty bits
dances before our eyes
as the myriad of selections
overwhelm us.