He is not a poet,
but, he lives with the grace of a poem.
Beautiful and powerful,
he will capture your soul.
From it he will pull
I love yous and try to steal your breath away,
not knowing your heart and your lungs
have been working for him
all along.

***** and tonic
with a splash of lemon juice
lets self control loose.

How can I thank you, little green leaf?
You give me something
tasty and nutritious
to eat.

You grow in the ground, by the light of the sun.
You fill my belly
and give me strength
to run.

You are planted and harvested by my own timid hand.
You teach me of dedication
and give me patience to love
this land.

I often acquaint you with a nice onion and tomato.
Then, dress you all up with some vinegar and oregano.

If not that, then I set you atop,
a spicy black bean burger and engulf you while still hot.

And, if I have no bean, or onion, or tomato to pair you with for lunch,
then I simply peel off your layers, and munch, munch, munch.

Yes indeed, you did guess it.
This is just a silly poem about
Lettuce.

What I've got:

An urge to
wander,
until I am
lost.
So, maybe then,
I can
find
myself.