Cinquains

Breathing
chest barely moves,
fear snuggles closer to
feel heart beats without breaking deep
slumber.

boiling
sugar melts cream
butter-slick swirls transform
sticky Saturday caramel
hot mess

nettles
iron rich
first greens of Spring;
last barbs of Winter pierce hunger’s
tough skin

thrill of
saving a dish
an improbable taste
keeps me coming back; kitchen folk
love hard

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