Poetry · Writing

Sallis

We followed your clay

as boys and girls on a crowded moon.

We came for the cheese and left

with your dream.

 

I can finally see through your eyes

weary and dreamy

looking for your love.

As you rest

 

know this, I’ll save this

Provolone through my final

days for my love,

my future Grommet.

 

RIP, Thank you for the wonderful tale.

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