Daily Archives: April 24, 2019

What morning was it?

When I made that promise

To keep loyalty as a cross,

To bear across the years

When horror and boredom

Were the bread fruit

Of our desert island?

Was it illusion on fire

With hunger and thirst

Or was it simply me

And all my wiles

As celebrations of a life

Imagined long ago?

Far away in a land of plenty

Where oaths were kept easily

Under folded hands

On a belly well-filled?

Far Away In A Land of Plenty


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