March 27, 2020

Poetry

by Steve J. Burkett (author's profile)

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I made oatmeal
this morning
added some cinnamon
a pop of butter
too much sugar
two pieces of toast
with peach jelly
a glass of orange juice
I made oatmeal
with cinnamon
for you
with two pieces of toast
a glass of orange juice
but you were asleep
so I ate it
as I watch
the smile on your face.

3/6/20
Steve Burkett

Have you been told
that I'm deceased again
I'm here to tell you
that I'm not
vicious lies
told to keep
an old poet down

3/2/20
Steve Burkett

Walgreens
maybe you came here
to buy a dream
it's never too late
floating through old memories

maybe you lost something
the last time you were here
walking through empty aisles
with loose thoughts in your pockets

maybe you remember something
like the name of an old lover
a handsome boy of sixteen
maybe that boy was me.

2/19/20
Steve Burkett

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