Spark, cinnamon, bone.
I woke with three words,
puzzled at what they meant
for dark morning outside my window.
I tried to put them together
cinnamon, spark, bone
in the right order
bone, cinnamon, spark
so you could hear signals
in white e announcing smoky c
fiery s after burning n, forcing k
to your closed throat.
Three words:
spark, cinnamon, bone
They brought me to morning.
I woke and sent them to you.
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1 comment:
spiced-up bones cooked over a spark-inspired fire -- ahhhh ribs!
a sparkling clean bone, made so by a ravenous hyena -- a cinematic experience for Animal Planet
the "real" [as presented on the Food Network] history/use of cinnamon reveals that what we commonly consume as cinnamon isn't actually cinnamon; the real item is rare. The spark of a genuinely new idea is equally rare. The bare bones of rare, new ideas form the foundation of exciting days and futures. Your day's beginning with such words and images speaks to good things ahead!
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