Food of Love
By Myra Lochner
I sit at my table I say grace I am eating my breakfast apple peach seedless grape during an act of compromise I am also drinking with my eyes the saline wine of ocean skies I am not devouring as if starved: I am eating my breakfast on the plate of Love I finish my breakfast Love says grace I sit at my table I say grace myra Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 05:46 PM PST, Myra Lochner 18 • 12 • 8
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