Poetry

Poem: Convection Oven Romance

By: R. Gerry Fabian

microwave

Take that microwave kiss
with its speed;
its get-it=done;
its rapid-shot-attitude –
away!

Take that microwave lust
with its frozen
one moment –
hot the next;
its premature fire;
its commercial gloss –
away!

Give me a
slow fire roasting.
I need to baste
for several hours;
to smell the juices
and to
hear the slow sizzle.

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