Alphabet Soup

I stir hot alphabet soup and wonder
If the carrots realize, that letters,
words, and pasta phrases
wait to be consumed

A liquid bowl of literature
an emptied can of language
My spoon reflects its randomness
And steam fogs up my glasses





Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2021-05-05 at 02:17

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Sweet!
2021-05-05



I cherish the subtle humour of this poem!
2021-05-05