Appetizer


Hiding behind a bitmap mask,
I place the plate on the public platform
and watch
for signs of interest.

Fearing finicky palates that would find my fare
too sweet,
too salty,
too bitter,
too bland,
I cross my arms and lean 
against a nonexistent support
and wait.

1 comment:

rivercat said...

seems just right to me :)

Haiku [untitled]

Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.