This Is Not a Pipe
This is not a pipe
I can see that
No bite, or burn, marks
It’s just a piece of art
Nothing you can get a grip on
A pipe is made for smoking
I keep mine stored away, haven’t used them for a long time
I remember a pipe, stuffed with gunpowder from a children’s playgun
Suprised me that pipe - didn’t see the little rascals for quite some time
What is a pipe worth, if it isn’t a pipe?
A memory is like a picture of a pipe
It doesn’t exist
I can open the drawer
Pick up the pipe
Ceci n’est pas une pipe
Copyright © Jo Mykle Hofseth | Year Posted 2021
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