Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Shards




Shards of me are chopping
Bites of me are eating
Drops of me are squeezing out the last bits from the grapefruit

That I have been done to
Doesn’t make that doing
The only path
For me to take forward
Though it certainly comes naturally

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What does the grapefruit mean?

Paul Bunge said...

hm. poems must stay somewhat mysterious do they not?