A Hunter With Crumbs Poem by Doris Cornago
A Hunter With Crumbs
If me and you realized sooner there will be nothing left
Should we have even started with a hi, chatted
For a while, got interested, came back
One day said hey, and chatted
Longer, thread coming
In a spool,
Spooning, who are
We kidding, we know where
This silly talk is taking us, not altogether
Clear, but laying a path, like a hunter for a deer
Crumbs on the ground, mindless chatter, some profound
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