Monday, October 13, 2008

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My rice
My beans
My meat

They were sitting on the table
but you never came to eat

I waited and waited
Fall, winter, summer, spring
Still no response.

The kids are crying the kids are crying 
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1 comment:

Okeefenokee Kennedy said...

Man, nice poem! It says so much with so little! It reminds me of the William Carlos Williams poem "This is just to Say", that goes (something like)

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

March 4, 2009 at 9:00 PM

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