She starts with a stone.

Not the one they rolled
away, nor the one
collected from the shattered
feet of her glass
house, nor one
or skipped
or river-smoothed
by time.

She adds
her last carrot
and a smile,
sets it all afire
and waits

Soon, the neighbors come
and the seasoning begins.



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6 Responses to Soup

  1. billgncs says:

    Stone soup, one of my favorites – I wonder if a recipe for stone love exists ?

  2. This is so clever, De. Love the way it was written.

  3. Dusty Writes says:

    Wow this is something else.

  4. drpkp says:

    wow! didn’t I say I loved this one yesterday – well I did and still do today 🙂

  5. seingraham says:

    Yes…stone soup is one of my favs also…nice take on it…as always, brilliant De.

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