Morning Croissants – A Poem


Morning Croissants

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


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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