An Old Friend

photograph by See-ming Lee

The cone at the tip.
Ice cream, cigarette;
we bring both to our lips
and watch as swirls move about.

We seek the delicate,
a priori or tabula rosa.

Our essence is predetermined,
The manifest is taken by the hand.
Little sticks:
Wrapped, wrapped.

I can’t write line by line,
Removing the pretext
For a post text.
Using the mirror to check.

To see where I am.


2 thoughts on “An Old Friend

  1. Real strong work! Thank you for taking time to read mine as well, just on the new year. If you are OK, would like to add you to my blogroll. Always ready to share good writing with my peers!

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