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Feb. 25 prompt - chopsticks. |
| Like walking through long grass Legs tangling and tripping My fingers fumble with the grip Of chopsticks An awkward invention I can't seem to fold my mind around Yet I don't want to starve. I perservere Watching others Who seem to use them With a grace I so lack. Patience is what is called for And I let my mind wander inhaling the fragrance of lavender To sooth my battered nerves Finally I manage a piece of sushi All the way up and into my mouth It is only when I am enjoying the morsel That my dinner guest Suggests sushi can be eaten As a finger food. Lines = 21. Prompt for: Feb 25 (RenFyn) ▶︎ |