Table 4 Two Poem by L. K. Thayer

Table 4 Two



my trash
is your treasure
catch what has fallen
from my nest

fly beneath the wires
and the telephone poles
bounce back
if you hit the wall

when you find Shangri-La
call me
reserve a table
for two
we can go Dutch
and order
the tiramisu

digest our dreams
and order
a second helping
of hope
to go

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L. K. Thayer

L. K. Thayer

Fargo, North Dakota
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