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Feeding the Poemless - March 7, 2021

it’s ready-made takeout

boxed on a rock*

a lemonade stand giveaway

of words sweet or spiced

home-cooked for the soul


so what does a sandwich

of lyrics locally sourced

with ingredients

unpreserved and unpredictable

taste like you may ask?


the reviews

are all over the place

but one thing I know for certain

nothing ever served will spoil

even if the craving does




*for those who don’t know, I have

a Poetry Rock I tend to daily,

in front of my house

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