Storm clouds cast
shadows on white linen.
Cherries sit by black olives
in a blue Breton bowl.
Butter melts into grease ponds
next to a walnut-handled knife.
Empty goblets hide
behind guavas and passion fruit.
Out of sight, a dog stands guard
while the eagle waits to swoop.
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