Poetry/Short Stories

Would we?


Sit at that table

Sharing an honest bite

That we once did

With old bent spoons?

Sharing dreams

That helped us survive

The old rusted

Metal that surrounded us?

Would we

Still survive

The bean weevils

In every bite 

Off our spoons?

Would we 

Still smile

At the beating

From those iron hands?

Would we

Still stand

At the breaking

From every corner?

Would we

Dream on

Only to grasp

Our fading dreams?


Would we?

Susan McMillan

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