In honor of National Poetry Day:
In my kitchen, East meets West in delicious detente
As cultures clash and clang over pots and pans.
Boiled meat – a snear and disgust by the American nose,
But greeted, amid praise and testimony by the Czech stomach.
The inevitability of conflict looms, until a common ground in Korea is found.
A bip to the east, a bap to the west, and Galbitang springs from the median.
Slurping sounds ensue, a family at peace.
A secret you ask, it sits on the sill in the form of cilantro.
