after Küchenidylle by Anton Ebert

A woman’s sunbathed earlobe with—
            two gold globes deliberately dangled.

Her cheek reflects a rose.
            In front of her, a fat carrot glows.

And here, I almost said—
            something about savoring.

A strip of fish pinched in her fingertips.
           Whiskers glint, a cat’s furred lips & ready tongue.

We can always catch the light if—
           we expect it.