FEATURE ARTICLE

Wednesday, October 10, 2018
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OIL BEAN SALAD (Poem)

delicacy, when prepared,
its aroma wafts across the room,
appetites do get whet,,
the palate becomes impatient,
while the churning architecture
of the stomach remains unease.

It is still a widowed dish,
with no husband,
when placed on the dinning table,
until the palm is reminded
that both are twosome.

From the eons of time,
when squirrels inhabited the tree,
the open sky, the wood for the birds,
the oil bean salad and palm wine
had remained the same way
as the key and padlock -
both constitute one mechanism.

Sneer at it as outlandish,
it's an admirable cuisine for others.


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