Food for Thought

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Food for Thought

I sit within the broken ladle
- a sheet of plastic dirtied.
I wrap my fingers about two
straps that hold the ladle sturdy.

I push my feet against the
starches drowned in soup.
My legs turn up and catch
the steam turned up from the coup.

I look up and close the lids
- both so naught escapes.
My body discreetly simmers
and leaves my thoughts to shape.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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