Should I get old I'll wear
a pinny with a pocket and I'll put
a paper packet
full of coconut mushrooms
in there.
My twinkling eye will smile
all the while you speak
and if you pause for thought
I'll rustle my packet
and let you pick one out.
The water breaks; A bird's wing, Shafts and quills intact along the shards of ice. Too heavy to lift, I tip the basin up and water drain...
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