9/23/2020

Room Lit by a Bottle of Miracle-Gro

Your hands slip 

for a brief moment

out of the fog, 

but I can’t tell 

if you’re holding out 

or waiting to receive

some invisible platter.


[LSS, 9/23/20]

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