An Angel Has No Nerves

The nourishing of life, and how it flourishes
On death, and why, they utterly know; but not
The hill-born, earthy spring, the dark cold bilberries.
The ripe peach from the southern wall still hot
Full-bellied tankards foamy-topped, the delicate
Half-lyric lamb, a new loaf's billowy curves,
Nor porridge, nor the tingling taste of oranges.
-An angel has no nerves.

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Sorry Angels, but you're missing out on some of the most explicitly beautiful tastes of summer...

Like fresh-grilled kabobs with chicken, red and green bell peppers, and white pearl
onions  marinated in Asian sesame viniagarette

And granola laden with fresh blueberries and strawberries, drizzled with honey

So tantalizing, Sawyer wanted some as well...

Sorry kitty, not today...