Perhaps a Meal Ought Not Bear So Much Weight
|Perhaps a meal ought not bear so much weight.|
A dining room is not a synagogue.
Sometimes, however, food's a pedagogue.
Sometimes one's best text is what one ate.
One finds in food the sense in many senses,
Vested in a symbol that will last.
Even as a people needs its past,
Ritual foods dismantle time's defenses.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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