Would you prefer when
we drank milk from buckets?
What we drink now is
Prepackaged,
Notice it in
heat. The
beads
of
Precipitation,
Perspiration,
Trickling
and
falling
towards
Earth.
When we drank milk from two buckets
the fat remained
unheated, unclean.
We ate simply
with
no rings on the table.
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Assorted Poems
PoetryThese are poems I wrote for myself. Maybe you'll find something that resonates. Feel free to read and critique, I'm new at this.
