Spooning
When I get down I go to the fridge
open a half gallon of poetry
sit on the couch with a spoon
and binge-watch the horizon
until a presence steps out of the screen
carrying a bigger spoon
and settles beside me
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Nice clever poem Mike! I enjoyed it!
I like the subversion of expectation. Nice economy of word choice.
Fun poem!
I love this! The title suggests something quite different than what you surprise us with. And, I can see you with a half-gallon of poetry – you are so prolific! Mine would be just a pint.