Friday, February 11, 2022

The Way Mine

Words sparingly like spice oil 

pictures paint the cook book

sometimes when we find each other

we sit and stare and look


though I'm ever skin and bone 

I am still amazed

I can spit and wink and grin

and listen, listen ... out comes praise.





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