whetstone

Friday, May 24, 2013

thanksgiving

these farewell tears are thanks for this,
a friendship like a feast you never finish.

the bitter courses, the rich, the sweet
made by our hands over and over.

gathered around the table, we pass the plates.

i made this for you, we say.
i made this for you.
Posted by whetstone at 5/24/2013 11:17:00 AM No comments:
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