crowroad3 (crowroad3) wrote,
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12 x 03 flash-poem (Sam): Salt








Salt

You've run before
eaten your chicken unsalted
fork-stabbed
on the lonely road
you've bolted
doors, lanes, heart
feet; you've run;
if family is chain,iron, fire
in the foundry, salt:
this is what it means.
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