Thursday, February 9, 2012

Connotation. Can a poem devoid of connotation?

Onion & self.

About food -- self & onion. Why am I thinking condiments?


Go back to the personal -- memory & rewind.
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  1. SusanFebruary 13, 2012 at 1:24 PM

    Side Doors
    of the refrigerators
    seem to hold fantasy intact
    All those bottles of spices
    soaked in secret sums of something
    No need to ask anything of them
    or me for that matter as it is all
    safely chilling for your next walk
    through the door

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