Over spanish shores
my mother & I
sup gazpacho
the hot dishwasher
-white bowls
collided in chopped
tomato pepper
cucumber onions we
shovel spoonfuls—
In peace our sun-
skin the mechanical
cool & sup gazpacho
)off out work’s
late night the
cornershop greets
through all the
coloured packs of
endlesses & drab
: a pot of gazpacho
organic & all
I purchased for
memories , but
at home, among
alone summer steam
stuck underwear
busy fruitflies about
down I to eat
away the tired
day with retired sighs
& lonely—
the gazpacho
out-of-date, a week ,
tomatoes soured.
my mother & I
sup gazpacho
the hot dishwasher
-white bowls
collided in chopped
tomato pepper
cucumber onions we
shovel spoonfuls—
In peace our sun-
skin the mechanical
cool & sup gazpacho
)off out work’s
late night the
cornershop greets
through all the
coloured packs of
endlesses & drab
: a pot of gazpacho
organic & all
I purchased for
memories , but
at home, among
alone summer steam
stuck underwear
busy fruitflies about
down I to eat
away the tired
day with retired sighs
& lonely—
the gazpacho
out-of-date, a week ,
tomatoes soured.
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