(a painting by Tommy Watkins, UAG Gallery, Albany, NY)
What’s for dinner?
the utensils seem to ask.
The squid asks the same
becoming dinner itself
someday.
(posted to the Big Tent Poetry site)
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4 comments:
Ouch. It could happen. :) Nice work!
i have seen the painting, and this is a great accompaniment to it!
thanks for joining in the circus!
Squid, you say? Ink well spent.
Wish I could see the art. I am intrigued by the poem. :)
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