Tapas Triolet

A tuber, diced and quartered, from the field;
an olive, green and pitted, from the tree.
When times were fallow, love was pressed to yield
a tuber, diced and quartered, from the field.
What one mouth sought, another filled.
That silver integer of fish that burgeoned far from sea.
A tuber, diced and quartered, from the field;
an olive, green and pitted, from the tree.

Luisa A. Igloria

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