Cooking for One
A scent
of garlic rose
into the vacant air
and mingled for a moment there
with you
and me,
the broken bulbs, the cutting board—
where only rosemary
leaves kiss the cloves
in thyme.
by Gregory Palmerino, first published in Amaze.
Editor’s note: The words in this poem layer multiple meanings over and into the imagery because describing the lack of someone is not simple.
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