Strawberry Sunrise
This poem is a portion of the third entry into Issue 1 of Omakase Magazine: “Idols,” which will be running during September and October. To learn more about this issue, check out our Letter from the Editor.
We are running three poems from our staff writer Ryan Burton to start the week. We hope you enjoy them as much as we have.
On this plate
There are the leaf green salads of the south, the
Rocky roads that point to whipped creamed Colorado Peaks,
Smoky barbequed Arizona deserts,
Pancake plains in the heartland,
Icy tea on the west coast,
Summer lemonade on the east coast
Across the lemonade there are the
Cotton candy clouds that dance through Kilimanjaro, the
Unboxed animal crackers of the Amazon, the
Green pea Ireland countryside, the
Red wine Jerusalem River,
Pork and Beans Japanese volcanoes, the always
Frozen yogurt of the Artic.
Every morning, while eating the strawberry sunrise, I
Think about the smorgasbord this menu offers.
I dream of days where I’ll enjoy strawberries from another side of the roundtable
There is so much to taste and I have a magnificent appetite.
Kawase Hasui x Big Strawberry
