Chance Gardiner, from "Being There," Jerzy Kosiński




eggs   butter   pink salt

   frying pan

breaking the fast   all the while


thinking about dimitra

   the briefest of friendships


one which haunts   friendships

   require tending   

much like gardens   must be nurtured   


chance knew that   i failed to tend   

   failed to nurture   

reaped no bountiful harvest


time was squandered

   mistakes were made


all of eternity awaits

   to contemplate 

what might have been      


   bon appétit











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Written on 2023-09-06 at 02:49

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