A Can of Nuts
with an extra side of
Blessed Bacon
and a cold glass of
Water, Sweet Water.
Of course, a
Fat Bomb
or two can curb
Cravings
that might cause me to
binge.
I serve my dish, deboned, sliced, soaked in blends of citrusy sours and bitter herbs.
I was oncea saturated spongesitting and souringin a stagnant pool. You becamemy healing gripwringing and rinsingout my rot. The sun wasmy cleansing cureentreating and ignitingmy flame.
“Who’s there?” inquired the rogue, transfixed to the face in the water.
Echo, granted fortune to speak, chanted back to him “who’s there?”
The young man about-faced but simply could not see
Sweet Echo who was slyly obscured amongst the leafy trees.
The benefits packet arrives. Open enrollment begins. Emails appear reminding employees of all the wonderful opportunities available to them. Healthcare. Retirement matching. Vision coverage. Paid time off.
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Her Table We satafter Sunday Service.Mom’s labor:roast, mashed potatoes,homemade gravy, corn,string beans.Bread warm,salad crisp with garden-growntomatoes, cucumbers, radishes. Now, sons and daughtersbear gifts:roasted carrots,sliced ham,buttered rolls.We set her table,dishes passed hand to hand.Mom sits,her work now restingin hands she once fed.Table extends,holding spaceto feed us all. Memory Challenge Think back to a favorite memory with…
