allium redux: her civilized palate
the first time I nipped a wild onion flower
a juicy taste of herbal richness
watered my tongue.
the first time I tasted a wild onion leaf
fresh and green, tears started
in my brain and my eyes lit up.
the first time I tried a wild onion bulb
the flavor of pepper and galvanized nail
overwhelmed - no lettuce-y dainty, this!
the second time I bit into a wild onion bulb
old from the sack, and washed of dirt -
the hard metal rocked my brain.
girly-girl, she says, stick with
with the flowers well-surrounded by greens.
and bulb, she says - stay put, put forth.