An Ode to Black Gold
Roots pulled from hiding
Soothe my soul like soup.
Into you, I empty their skins.
Crucifers crisped to crunch,
Laced with lemon, linger on my tongue.
Into you, I empty their stalks.
Egg whites whipped to stiff peaks
Greet my lips with kisses of meringue.
Into you, I empty their shells.
Coffee beans roasted to an aroma
Titillate my nose to chase the whiff.
Into you, I empty their grounds.
Drupes drooping from stems
Satiate my sweet tooth.
Into you, I empty their stones.
Autumn’s burst of hues,
A muse for my eyes.
Into you, I empty its leaf litter.
Into you, I empty all the refuse.
Off you stir and cook them to a new birth.
Lo and behold, Black Gold tumbles out.
Gold that crumbles to the touch.
Smells like the parched earth
When kissed by the first rain spells.
Gold that soaks up like a sponge, springs up
As the roots, stone fruits, and all that nourishes.
O Earth, your kindness knows no bounds.
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