'Let Us'A Poem by PeteMethinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green. - Thoreau![]() Today I bought a head at growth's market. It was cold and floated. Like that thing the Titanic struck. I couldn't toss a salad with it. Instead, it tossed you and me. Sparing us from ptomaine by replacing 'toe' with 'row'. Mixing truth with emotion. More powerful than Caesar himself. Cutting to the chase. Releasing hidden flavor and inhibitions. Stirring what lived inside. Dressing us in vulnerability. It 'let us' ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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