white shirt fresh crisp clean.
neat me at table, served pasta
fragrant smoking tomato sauce, how lovely.
upon first bite a noodle fell back into sauce
at which point leap exploded a gleaming
rocket red drop soaring free
toward the sky, oh my; i watched it go, time lapse,
exposing my childhood, holidays at grandma’s, events flashing.
before entering earth orbit it veered, aparkled,
held, then dove, streak skidded sure, long, hard
across the prominent center of my shirt.
need more? not i; it was quite enough for one day.
