the moment we became friends
i offered you a knife.
i had a bag full of them.
you said no, but
became interested
as Scott poured them
onto the table.
i was pleased
when you picked
the best one
just as i stopped
caring.
poem by Shaw Zeeck, August 2016.
(Artwork: Carlo Crivelli (Italian, 1430-1495) San Bartolomeo 1472)
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