A Poem for February

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.

Red _White _Onions

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