A knife, a fork, a plate, a spoon
and muted chatter to be consumed
as meat, delicately sliced from the bone –
What did I not do, that found me here,
so far from home?
For Kim's Weekend Challenge: And the days are not full enough.
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Sunday, November 25, 2018
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