No smokes and no booze
but there's Beer and a bar.
Leaving, the city smells of hazelnuts.
It's not a good sign when the back of the wine bottle recommends a food pairing with bean and cheese burritos.
Like a good urban cowgirl, I ate steak with black kale and drank a Manhattan and red wine. The Caparone cab bloomed as dusty roses and warm, worn leather.
Something about this Sunday, my last day of detox, and first baby shower caused me to tilt and whirl.
Popcorn cooked in coconut oil sprinkled with nutritional yeast flakes and fruity sparkling mineral water.
Cinnamon raisin mochi drizzled with maple syrup subs for Reese's pieces.
The first
warm peaches
for noshing and cheeks kissed
off season sweet elixir
shrug the peripheral garbage
pail fire
The second
garnet hibiscus
tendril limbs
Quatre Nuits Dun Reveur
The third
burdock and nettles
cleavers, dandelions, lemon myrtle
Dreamy chrysalis