Rectangle Sandwich Poem by Sunil Vernekar

Rectangle Sandwich



Rest. Sandwich. Rest.
Look at you, you seem to be rising
Just a bit.
I look at you. My eyes have affection.
Inside hidden. Gold red pine green
Rectangle sandwich.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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Sunil Vernekar

Sunil Vernekar

Hartford, Connecticut
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