making poetry

you are making food
i’m making poetry
small sandwiches
that people won’t have to choke down

dreams condensed into language
and given wings
in the mind’s eye of yourself
and the hearts of others

it is a gift to you both
butterfly or moth
world become cocoon
you become the moon

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