Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Alphabet Consommé

 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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