it was a stuffed pepper I think
back in that first year
when everything was new
like the first bloom on a rose bush
our own one-bedroom on Roslyn Road
cut the red pepper
open
and it became a
flower filled with a rice concoction
baked in oven in tiny kitchen
set the table for two
vase with red rose
didn’t taste like much
but we didn’t say anything
revelling in the company and
the rosy future of 28 plus years
of loving and being loved
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