While picking litter
a folded up profundity
slipped into my fingers
ballpoint on lined paper ...
And what did it say?
You had to have been there.
Or, you could just up and go there now
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Poem
DLWhite
April 30, 2024
Alphabet Consommé, a perpetual broth, simmering with stories we eat, that build our blood and bone. Saturated, steeped, marinated in...
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