Push and Pull


Dear Eugene,

I pressed veggie against
Dry paper for
daughter's lunch in
A close future with
Forest in
My mind

Merry-go-round
The dampness could have gone in
A spinner like little delinquents pushed against
Wall to squash truth out of
Them as an answer adequate to
Gravitational pull

My mind
Forest in
A close future with
daughter's lunch in
Dry paper for
I pressed veggie against
My knowing

Yours, Alex

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