it wasn’t until spilling
half the miso soup from the pot
that I remembered I own a ladle
10 November 2013
Oak Street
poet, interviewer, musician, traveler
it wasn’t until spilling
half the miso soup from the pot
that I remembered I own a ladle
10 November 2013
Oak Street
Published in Food Haiku My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry
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