“Ode to a Greek Salad” by William Wright Harris


tomatoes red as achilles' blood left in the land of ilion
kalamata olives deep as helen"s hair

cucumbers proud as pan then happily sliced
feta cheese white as the clouds in zeus' beard

bell peppers greener than the gaze of hera
onions purple the cold lips of cassandra bent skyward

olive oil poured like ambrosia over
lettuce as crisp as the hips of gaia

held lovingly in your hand before
being thrust inside you

being needed
being loved

at once nourishing and pleasing
i envy you