Poem: Disciple

You eat Utah,
literal salt of the earth,
briny efflorescence of an ancient shoreline.
Eat the rust-iron pink and shimmer-silver
encrusting the ruptured bedrock
you walked across in summer sun,
infused in every form –
in the soup’s roux, in simple Sunday eggs,
in homemade oatmeal cookies’ savory edge.

read more at Blue Five Notebook (scroll down to the third poem)

-Susan O’Dell Underwood

Blue Five Notebook has done it again with their latest issue – I love them because they always contain works that are unexpected, that twist into your gut with a shiver of delight and surprise. I had the great honor to be published by them a year or so ago.

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