Warm Sunny Gruel
Sawed off iron
Has been lying
For a long time.
It's rusted
Like my life.
We look into each other's eyes
Neatly laid out on a stone
That is warm ,
Waiting again , for the rain .
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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