Ode to Onion
O Onion!
Teach me the geometry
of your kind. Teach me
your Vidalian logic
so that I may know
how to peel back the layers
toward infinity. Let me know
the wisdom of earth’s root bulb.
May goodness come to me, carmelized.
Let us lay ourselves
in rings upon any meal,
bring fresh diced zest
to all Coney dogs by the sea.
May we cry when they cut into us.
May our paper thin skins
protect these pearly hearts.
May our scent precede us, and then,
may it linger on the wind
long after we go.
Lisa Vihos: Poet and Novelist 
Do you read THE ONION? Started in Madison, ya know. Always meant to share that with you. Nice poem.
Kathryn Sent from my iPhone
Hi Kathryn. I do, sometimes, read The Onion. It’s a wonderful little rag. Always makes me smile.
Nice.