A Dish Served

Some days it’s like cracking open an egg

Spilling the insides onto a blank canvas

Other days it’s like dicing apart a tomato

The juice splatters and stains the white walls

Every ingredient with its own significant purpose

Stewing, boiling, sitting on the stove

Soon an aroma penetrates the air

Then salivary glands start to water

Always remember to plate it your way

Serve the dish for everyone to see

There’s nothing more satisfying than holding the creation

Up to the light like an X-ray once taken

How hard it is to admire a new beauty

Reading a million different ways

Yet resonating just the same

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