Happy Bear

An apple, a pear, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich

land at my feet, tossed from the rail by a bony little one

who turned and ran before they hit the ground.

 

I devour the unexpected treat, and then I sit

in the shade enjoying the nothing sound,

my happy tongue roving my face in search

 

of crumbs and splotches, which I pack

in my cheek so the thrill can pool and trickle, so I can extend

my slow farewell to that taste of something different.

◄ Shot

reheating fish ►

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