Free verse № 122119
A good little poem
In a time when thoughts
turn to Rye (bread)
and infommercial possibilities
One realizes
some things might have worked,
rye has always been rye,
yet the pickle is as fresh
and crisp
as ever.
7 comments
TAKE CARE YA'LL!
Is it better with (yet)?
If you wanted me to picture some random guy eating a pickle on rye, then good job.
Peace,
Sean
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