From 10 short poems
v.
Sliced Bread
before you were baked -
grasses blowing freely in a field
then a landslide of grain -
here comes the guillotine
vi.
Plate
you are my moon butter
glazed crumb speckle
my marmalade tang
delicious, Lizz.
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ReplyDeleteyes I said yum too, Robbie!
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