Alphabet Consommé,
a perpetual broth, simmering
with stories we eat, that build
our blood and bone.
Saturated, steeped, marinated in meaning,
letters and words are no longer merely
dry noodles in the soup.
The stories become us
like hot fashion
year after year.
Things seem to clarify.
…
© DLWhite
4.30.24 Poem
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