Monday, November 19, 2007

Poem #323 of 365

He pulled a pointy pepper
from his pocket
and offered it to me,
and as I ran off to
finish my walk
I wondered what
kind of cooking
would I stir up
with this pepper
in my pot
stewing so hot.

And would my
mouth burn?
A lot. A lot.

(with thanks to DO for sharing from his garden harvest today)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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