Capparis Spinosa

It’s on the tip of my tongue
That sharp, savory hit
A bundle of rose life
I can’t quite place
I see the floral essence
Future blooming in my mind
And yet, I cannot fathom the name or the times…

With a sprinkle on the plate
Its message told in part
And as it nears completion
I appreciate the art
The colour, the wonder, and the oceanic depth
The strangeness of secrets better left unkept
And yet, I cannot fathom the name or the times…

Robert W Monk

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