Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Humiliated Grapes

I eat you in cereal all the time

Ahh yes! With cold milk!

But you were once juicy and plump

Purple or red? I don't know...

I only saw the death of you

When the sun had dried you out


My, how good you are!

You poor little things all

Shriveled, in a purple box

With sugar on top

All traces of moisture gone

No sweetness of juice

Or tenderness you were blessed

With on the vine


You've been baked with the

Sun's rays...bathed in it's light

For...days? I have no idea how long

I love the humiliation of grapes because

Every crevice and crack is drenched...


Maybe rolled in sticky dough

Cookies, anyone?

All warm and gooey...

The stuffing in turkey has them too,

Steamed with breadcrumbs and celery


With sweet carrots, shredded, a salad

Is divine!

In layers of pastry...oh my! Coffee cake?

Even better!

Oatmeal in the morning is no longer dull.

with them, all shriveled up.

In a Sunmaid box. Maybe your mom packed them

With lunch?

"Humiliated grapes"... Is there a rhyme for

"Raisin"?

I don't know...I just borrowed a line

From "Benny and Joon."




CES (C)2015.



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