Hot Soup
Emotions beg for hot soup.
The weary traveler lost-
Seeks a grounding warmth.
The bored wade in head first,
Dodging carrots, and diving for the eggplant,
Wondering where the deep purple went?
The sick seek the comfort of clear broth-
It requires a downward thrust, the averted gaze-
A private withdrawal.
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