Bread Butter Radish Salt

Bread, fresh loaf, toted from bakery, chic on city streets: baguette.

Le Panier Public market sign

Butter, pale, lush, spread on bread, silky as coastal breeze calm.

butter knife still life

Radish, peppery, sharp, sliced see through, sparkles fast as firecrackers: bite.

breakfast and easter radishes

Salt, pink crystals, sprinkled like light, bright as sudden sun: sea.

gypsy lunch in garden

Lunch, leisurely long, eaten al fresco becomes five little poems savored.

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