Glance

 

by Nurse Crachet

 

Glance at my glass

my smiling reflection

kisses your eyes.

 

Glance at my plate

blind of reflectiveness

it's duty just to hold.

 

Glance at my spoon

as it's warmth radiates

from coffee in it's cup.

 

Glance at my fork

the tines penetrating

the object of desire.

 

Glance at my knife

and watch as it cuts

delicately a pattern.

 

Glance at my napkin

as it falls gracefully

to the floor as I rise.

 

Glance at my feet

a journey abounds

if you care to follow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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