monuments to last

Taking pictures of food 
is like taking pictures of clouds.

It's never being
this way again, 
we've seen it all
somehow. 

Rough pepper
fallen on egg yolk 
could may as well
be snow, except
we crave the taste of one, 
even more than
all the empty icy
feel, you know.

And when
we lift our eyes to 
skyscape forms, in towers
tinted rose and gold,
we know
those things
put in the shade
all our monuments below,
and so 

we hunger
for a taste that lasts 
as long as we devour.

But it never lasts.
So take your shot, 
and keep it sweet. 

Such power