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A beggars meal

Breathing easier

Despite the first soft kiss

Of winter

First snow in Washington

Saw people reading my work

who live in places

I’ve never seen

Feeding my wonder

Knowing whatever happens

I will ensure

But still

Heart unbuttoned

Feel free and broad

You’d see it if we broke bread

Watching salt spill from my fingers

Wine on my lips

A beggars meal

Made regal by perspective

My hand in yours

Rough and warm like

Mothers tongue rasping 

Cub skill into shape

Test

Celebration

All the same

All the same

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  1. Pingback: Weekend Omnibus – Poetry | MB Blissett

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