Jul 122010

~L. B. Nelson

one brown onion,
raw cut of the dice;
contact of the pile tossed
produces sizzling juice,
bubbling and spitting;
a hot-oil crescendo short-lived,
barely contained in the skillet.
Carmelized morsels singed;
a few burnt black, tastier still.

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