the moment we became friends

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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