Tuesday, January 26, 2021

If I put my next poem in a blender

with a bunch of radishes & bell peppers, what will I call her? Will she be soup? Appetizer? If soup, I will serve in one of those small matte black bowls. If appetizer, she will be placed lovingly on the small oval dish with feathers & writing.

1 comment:

  1. Waiting for the news. Waiting is the last thing we do before acting. It is a noble moment, rewarded often with unrecognizable moments that follow. A beautiful sky, plundered with stars, before you arrived for supper.

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