Morning Croissants – A Poem

 

Morning Croissants

And all we have left
are the morning croissants
that we enjoy
by the desert landscapes
hanging
in the art museum
with only our smoldering
facades
holding us together.

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9 thoughts on “Morning Croissants – A Poem

    • Thank you KB. All is well with me but for work being busier and more intrusive. But even that, though tiring, is not bad. This was a piece I thought about adding to a story, a line really, that I converted to a more poetic form instead. I may use it still in the story, but liked how it stood out to me as a singular piece. Thank you for you comment and concern, and I hope all is well with you too.

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