January 3, 2013

Provolone

By Tony Brown

what I would not give 
for some Provolone right now

smoky or not
sharp or mild

the only flavors that can take me
either to my grandmother’s Boston kitchen

or to a seat at a table
outdoors in Castello, in Venezia

depending on whether
I am feeling

wild or tamed 
when I crave it

depending whether 
I am yearning to be

wild or 
tamed

 

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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