taking Joan


my life,
Is In calm reserve,
Attempting Thoughts,
and there reasons.

I dilute,
freeze,
crush, my feelings.
Whatever is left
And hasn’t been lost
I sprinkle over words
Like mums salty homemade chips.

When you came,
I had no taste
For salty chips.
You had done,
Whatever you did,
With a smile
And a hello.

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