Do You See?
Black-eyed, or so they seem
From a brief brawl in his food stand pan
Where he calms them down with a spatula.
They eye me from the thick mix,
Upturning semi-pulverized onions caps
And specks of cumin seeds, spicy grains.
They tumble as he pours more,
Watch the tortilla squirm unseen to the eye
From heaped up stove-top heat, real fast.
Black brown light lick each other
To become black brown light over again,
From the touchy fair-weather tortilla roll
To the one-eyed pea-brats to
Golden onion flakes – as the flavor flows, drips off
From my anxious hands. I quickly devour the roll.
Feb. 12, 2007