I ate three bowls of soup tonight
The best ham and beans and broth I have ever tasted
it reminds me of how I wooed my wife, one autumn,
With poems about the comfort of mom’s
Winnie- Ther- Pooh tomato soup recipe
and that in turn led me to ponder:
What is soup? It’s not food and it’s not drink
it’s Something in between I think
So in the spring and in the fall
I like soup the best of all
It’s in between the great extremes
It’s not just food, it’s made of dreams.
So I read it to her, and she says “hmm, kind of cliche. It’s an everyday poem.”
Then she kisses me.
Cliches can work, sometimes.
hey yeah, you had me thinking! Nice one 🙂
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thank you!
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