The Last Supper
Feb 14, 2022
Two tiny plates
rest on my wall
Empty
Bright leaves run across them
With a handful of colours
splashed over the pale ceramic
Filled
And he who runs out in the streets
Colourful shorts in grey pixie dust
with empty pockets
and a heart filled with hunger
peaks through my window
Views the wall
Feels familiar
And leaves.
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