10 February 2017

Poem-A-Day #345 : Breakfast

I think I get weirder as I get older.


How smile you
are today a leaf
fanning chains
of fire -

Smoke is teeth
purl & knitted
sound of fog
growing -

How ominous
cooling though
ice forms from
          it didn't
have the chance
to even operate
to glow -

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