We break the bread
In our hands
We are hungry
There is enough food
To feed an army
She giggles
All we need
Is wine and powder
A simple division
That makes us human
Everything goes around
Like fish
In a bowl
Patterns and swirls
I would make
A tribute to you
The miracle
Of giving.
It is good when there is plenty of food around. I love the closing of your poem, "I would make a tribute to you/The miracle of giving." So lovely.
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