Sacred Life Cookbook

Lori placed unwashed moonbeams to a kettle
even though the stew recipe did not call for it.

She added disappearances, forgotten dialogues
and a dash of rising tide.

Lori seasoned it with a pinball
that survived a billion flashing light plays.

It had been years since she added pass with care signs
to anything she cooked.

A map of unintelligible emotions went in
with the compass spinning like a top.

The stew simmered for hours
and cooled on the winter porch overnight.

Lori reheated it for a luncheon
for unknown friends desperate for love.

Only when a bite of chocolate finished the meal
did an ache for the unappreciated ignite.

copyright © 2023 Kenneth P. Gurney

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