A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, August 07, 2021

salt and fuel

I shovel 
the macaroni salad 
into my mouth with the fork, 
holding the bowl tilted
more and more towards 
almost upside-down; the tines
scraping musically on ceramic. 
Searching the last tube, 
last piece of onion 
and olive. I kind of can't 
wait to chew, but
this 
is going to be
the last bite. It counts
for everything.

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