Salted Oatmeal (Short Poem)

Salted Oatmeal (Short Poem)

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A year ago, I observed you Tuck back strains of hair; load a heap of salt In sugar cinnamon oatmeal. Raised the spoon molasses-speed to your lips. I asked about the salt, "The salt makes no difference, But I want to know the day it does." I nodded, made some comment... But you didn't mind; found some comfort in me. I ate my oatmeal plain.
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