by Victoria Beatty
We cast a wide net at the Infinity Kitchen.
Lithe swimmers, slim quick similes,
and supple synechdoches,
sinuous images, and
Laced with a leaping quantum thought,
a tasty canon, or the occasional
tightly clamped koan,
Simmered (relatively) slowly, but
yielding at last its
Spiced with green thoughts from the knot garden,
eastern secrets, and peppered liberally with
Those accustomed to an institutional diet
Mutter dyspeptically that
there's nothing new under the sun.
But every adventurous cook knows,
Smell that steam!
Sizzling ideas...soul food!
Served up with your choice of beverage:
nectar of the gods
a beaker of the warm South
pure living water direct from the Source.
Come and get it!
-- at the Infinity Kitchen.