For nothing keeps a poet
In his high singing mood
Like unappeasable hunger
For unattainable food.
Over at Vroman's the other night Linda Dove dazzled. While I was puzzling over the right menu to perfectly accompany her poetry, with its intellectual foundation and awe-evoking existence, I realized it was not quite possible.
So, here's the almost perfect accompaniment, to be eaten and savored leisurely, just like her poems:
Creamy goat cheese
Crackers of your choice.
Drink rose, merlot or sparkling wine in celebration
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