If only I'd released the perfume
aroma of sweet onions sooner
& not waited so long . . .
for an iron skillet's worth of heat
now burning onions & my fish into
something like blackened cat food
. . . but didn't the onions miraculous
caramelized fish flashed with lemon
& the glistening white shingles sizzled
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