Secret Ingredients
Humanity
we’re only human
well, some of us anyway
the rest who can say?
–
under the covers
alone with
my mistakes
Fog
early morning moon-
fog nestles in the valleys
and clings to the leaves
–
moonrise-
gravestones hidden
in the mist
Carts
an old wire pushcart-
she sits alone on her bench
surrounded by birds
–
under the bridge-
her shopping cart
full of treasures
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