Dec 20, 2022

a poem

from the cauldron
you simmer softly on the way out
forgetting an awful long breath held in your favor
only to blow a hundred thousand years from your hollow

some fishermen saw your underbelly
smoked up and covered in daily sustenance
it sang them a sweet song
that turned their hair gray and eyes deep

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Fascinated by the familiar yet strange of the everyday.