Jan 2022
Luigi lights the sign to start the day,
its neon glow, a tantalizing call.
Tables bedecked with red and white cliché,
anticipating rising dough to fall.
The scents bring promise of salivation.
The merest thought of the delicious treat
can free the mind of all obligation
and brings euphoria, however fleet.
Yet passion with no pause exposes threats,
neglecting needs of tongues and oven fire.
The choking smoke of realizations met
awakens one to act on what's required.
From ash comes Luigi, with shop destroyed,
presenting one last pie, which all enjoyed.
its neon glow, a tantalizing call.
Tables bedecked with red and white cliché,
anticipating rising dough to fall.
The scents bring promise of salivation.
The merest thought of the delicious treat
can free the mind of all obligation
and brings euphoria, however fleet.
Yet passion with no pause exposes threats,
neglecting needs of tongues and oven fire.
The choking smoke of realizations met
awakens one to act on what's required.
From ash comes Luigi, with shop destroyed,
presenting one last pie, which all enjoyed.
A sonnet done in tandem with one of my best friends. Together, we are the poetry slam group Sauce n' Cheese. This is my first attempt at collaboration, and I really enjoyed the process. Without her I could not have created this. Now, I'm going to make a pizza.
