I like it.


Once I was asked,
"Why don't you believe in god?"
He thought my answer was illogical.
"Exactly," I said.
And that was lunch.

Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-09-29 at 11:50

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Kathy Lockhart
Lots went on during lunch that day i suspect. I like your minimalism in this poem. It leaves the mind opened to wonder and to think about what is and isn't logic and just how important logic is. When does is becomes its own god? Just some thoughts you have stirred.
Now i wonder what was served for dinner?
More food for thought? ; )