Poetry

Poetry of Random Things

Purple petunias overflow
a window box high above
the cobblestone
Grandma’s secret
Hungarian Goulash
recipe simmers
fashionably
in a tiny kitchen
scenting and heating
the grey afternoon
Warming the view
The poetry of
random things

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