Alphabet Soup
I stir hot alphabet soup and wonderIf the carrots realize, that letters,
words, and pasta phrases
wait to be consumed
A liquid bowl of literature
an emptied can of language
My spoon reflects its randomness
And steam fogs up my glasses
Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2021-05-05 at 02:17
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