I was slicing tomatoes, crumbling goat cheese, sprinkling salt, and drizzling olive oil last night. The smell brought me back to Villeneuve-sur-Lot, where I lived for nearly four weeks in 1994. I had fresh tomatoes like this nearly daily. The aroma that wafted from the plate up to my nose made me think: THIS COULD BE A POEM!
So, I picked got my camera and took a photo of the salads. Then, I decided on a format (couplet) and decided to write it my tomato poem.
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Me too.
Bonnie
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I love your photo, and your couplet!
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Wow! This poem and picture really make my stomach growl as I stand cooking my own dinner. Fun couplet!
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Great photo and great couplet describing the salad. I am salivating looking at the picture.
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