I’m just here for the small plates except when I am not. This banquet of poetry can never be fully savored. Attempting would leave me foundered. Everyone has their unique ways to sample the all-you-can-eat buffet. I begin at the top and search for the tastiest morsels until my small plate is full. Small poems almost always are worth a nibble. Longer poems must offer something spicy or savory to pique my taste. Any dish with a bite of truth no matter how bitter is always apropos. I do not return for another plate but have been known to seek seconds of a bodaciously delicious dish.

Abundant harvest
Delivers a smorgasbord
For all appetites