beauty and condiments

 

beauty and condiments 

 

I was sure it was a single Iris shining brazen laughter on a lonely brown field,

or perhaps a twilight star burning radiantly between red sunset clouds.

it could have been a butterfly in flux; yellow life on a cool fall breeze,

or the glowing eye of a lonesome wolf peering from the midnight wood.

but a bell rang death to my mental scenes, and a gruff voice boomed, “order up!”

the deli buzz strangled our romance.

there’s mustard on your cheek.