Tuesday, August 26, 2025

Skimming the Dross

Skimming the dross
Off the top of a simmering pot
Froth of loss and withering shells
All that must be shed
To make a meal
Of fat and spice
Choices and cost
Fragrant and stirred with
A wooden spoon
From soil to consequence
As nourishment
Served to a fortunate few.