Things
these are
the things
my wife has
no understanding
the grapes
she eats are
from a vine
that is half
the time
older then
her age and
her christmas
tree was no
bigger than
me before
she adorns
it with lights
that might
have killed
it before
oh where
are the days
taken away by
not time but
memory
and if so
long ago
how would
one know
the taste of
forbidden
fruit
so yes
i'd like
some
just to
understand the
gastronomique
truth as to why what
and who
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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