magic soup

ladle dips into a pot of
lukewarm soup, thin, thin soup
barely more than a poorly seasoned
broth, tastes just a little bit off,
it looks okay from the view over
the brim, but stir it around
of the few things floating,
quite little can be found
wonder, be it too late
to add a cut of some
exotic vegetable
savory meat
a dash of salt
turn up the heat
perhaps if some dedicated chef
were to come across such a
desolate creation
add a touch of magic
pour it into a handsome bowl,
first taste
is much better than before
bowl is empty,
he fills it again,
feels the sensation in his belly
that's good for today
gets up to put his soup away
still the same amount in the pot
as before he consumed,
smiles
"magic soup,"
he whispers..