Come and Get It, a Poem by Kelly Moyer

The soup is simmering

so you might want to count

your kittens, for I found

a whisker 

floating in the pot; 

but, what is life if not 

for its sweetness, 

put up for auction 

a day shy of your passing

as a dusty ol’ remainder lot?

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© Kelly Moyer

North Carolina, USA 

unfazedmoon@gmail.com