Taking a bite of what she thought was a sweet roll, Mary quickly put her hand to her mouth, anxious to COVER the CLASH between her expectations and reality. Not cinnamon, but the pungent taste of CUMIN coated her tongue, a most startling experience.

Georg’ann

Outside at the Pub

It’s not my favorite place,
I don’t like WHEAT lagers
to DRINK, or BISON to eat.
But under blue skies, in warm sun
the LUPIN lined patio is perfect.
CUMIN roasted chickpeas roll
off my fork. Brown birds peck
at them. We are amused.

Heather