Our Daily Bread

I, a Mainer,
conditioned to think of lobster
as my alter ego—

no, that's not right.
I mean (Pavlov's dog
in the lower right hand corner),

This is a horn of plenty
without the horn.
A fest without a feaster—

except for the eyes.
And if one's eyes are bigger
than one's stomach, all the better.

I seem to be talking about something.

Food. Is a picture a substitute
for the real thing?
Try it, and eat the menu.