talented poets
gulp words like
water in the desert and
shooting stars on a summer night
like split wood on a chilly evening
or pecked crumbs of a pigeon
at an outdoor café
they craft their poems
to offer a tiny bite of feeling
the morsel of an emotion
no grand meal
no souped-up mile-high cake
just a nibble
and in the tasting
a feast arrives
out of nowhere
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