Onion, fruit of grace,
you swell in the garden
hidden as the heart of God,
but you are not about religion.
Onion, frying into all those Os,
you are a perfect poet,
and you are not about that.
Onion, I love you,
you sleek, auburn beauty,
you break my heart though
I know you don’t mean
to make me cry.
Peeling your paper skin,
I cry. Chopping [...]
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Onion, fruit of grace….
Posted in Poetics, Quotes on October 11, 2006 | 2 Comments »
