No One To Share Them With

I want to tell you
how sweet potato fries are beautiful.

They must be crisp though,
not sodden with oil.

I wore my mind out trying to discern
the exact color of their crispy edges.

I tried painting it,
but found that deep yellow-orange illusive.

My eyes believe sweet potato fries
have magic runes burned into them.

With no one to share them with
the basket remains one-quarter full.

As in all things, only excess
diminishes the glory of consumption.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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