Incomparable
The anxious spring
Awaiting narrative
A room suffused with turpentine
Mixed with beeswax
And the milky juice of figs
Melanges so witty they can
Infuse a menu with dramatic tension
Squeeze a laugh out of trade disputes
Illuminate the question
How substances carry meaning
If not a burning bush, a lifted torch
Tasting a viewpoint
More comic then bleak
The rigors of the past are cast aside
As object or elegant pursuit
Futile or obsolete
Each dazzling grievance gone