Mind Food

The feel and smell of bread against your lips
returns you to a sense some thoughts eclipse.
Mind Food 1

We want to taste all truths as if with forks,
but most elude us – like subatomic quarks.
Mind Food 2

You twirl your fork in a silverware ballet
for noodles wrap around it best that way.
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Your love, like loaves, is given out in slices,
or else as many grains, the way that rice is.
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Putting in words what you mean to my soul
is like squeezing a galaxy into a cereal bowl.
Mind Food 5

The foods for mind and soul that a writer cooks
are feasts for free when offered as library books.
Mind Food 6

Because we can’t yet taste the infinite,
we nibble substitutes – like chocolate.
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Mario A. Pita

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