Dad didn’t, but mom sure did
partake in peppers
For years I wouldn’t. My first?
Jalapeño, like
so many—nachos, salsa,
burgers. Black pepper
didn’t count, but now even
black pepper . . . in its warmth
prompts complications.
Turns out, dear dad did judge well
TRPV1
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Inspired by “pepper” prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, sprinkled by Punam at paeansunplugged.
In thought and therefore mind present
In memoriam, with respect
Living, gone; more, survived or died
Courage of all, each unified
Joined: hip to wide calamity
Thick of worldwide humanity
Beneath universal conflict
Under protected influence
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spring sunset song time
crickets chirp eve’s aloneness
down with the sunlight
warming no longer cold ground
upon which it rests day-long
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