Poem: Brown Bag

“Brown Bag”

To write is to be sustenance for some stranger

One serves words for flesh and blood

I approach you with this lunch bag of letters

I don’t know if you want or need it, but the brown bag is there for you to open up and look

Maybe inside there are a PB & J sandwich, an apple, a carton of milk

A mother’s love

Food for spirit

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