The soup bowl
sits on the table
under a soft glare
of light
It sits there
on the table
unthinking
unloving
unloved
Look, said I to the soup
I understand
And I did
understand
more than that soup bowl will ever know.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
The soup bowl
sits on the table
under a soft glare
of light
It sits there
on the table
unthinking
unloving
unloved
Look, said I to the soup
I understand
And I did
understand
more than that soup bowl will ever know.
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