Last night’s antipasto makes an awesome
morning tea – served alfresco with coffee
on Arnott’s sao crackers between showers
it seems a fitting despatch; with less than
a breezy reception last evening it merited
valediction beyond a languid hand-wave;
there was style there, lots of esoterica in
thoughts outside of the usual vernacular
You’d describe it a supreme nectarine’s
dream, thin sliced with capsicum, a dash
of lime ensconced within refined Jarlsberg
adjuncts sparsely shaved, cheddar crumb,
slivers of fine Strasburg, all handsomely
decorated in fresh basil & Italian parsley
© 26 February 2013, I. D. Carswell
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