There was an old man with a beard
Who said, "It's just as I feared--
Two owls and a hen,
Four larks and a wren
Have all--
Oh, wait, that's Edward Lear.
Man, I got nothin'.
Hm. I'm eating salt and vinegar potato chips.
Salt takes the shine off
the grass, turns the roads
to frozen rivers. It eats
bridges, cars, sidewalks, slugs,
sails, scars. It rubs remembrance
into skin.
It separates tap water
from tears. It brings the potato
back to life.
My oven timer just went off. Time to check the pie. No, that's not part of the poem-let.
1 comment:
hye pam,
I like this poem -- and I think you've got the start of a whole other one with 'separates tap water from tears.'
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