The Divine

Prosaic poetry
Turns banal into inspiring
Evoking hidden magic
In the baking powder

A tea canister
Holds warmth and comfort
Loosened by
Boiling water

Crusty French bread
Lathered in real butter
Heaven bursts forth
On the tongue

Lunch with friends
Or a favourite sister ~
Time stands still, waits
Leaving a crumpled napkin

Life delights
If you do not think about it too hard.

Nonsense makes sense
If you wait long enough ~

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