Brown Bag

Brown, wrinkled,


Modigliano neck

Holding no particular

Head up high.

Turkey neck

Without the gobble

But stuffed still the same

With clues about

The owner’s past,

The eater’s present,

The next generation’s future.

Gently opened,

Ripped apart,

A stomach’s contents

Exposed for all to see.

An exchange, a promise,

A plea, a pregnant sigh.

Brown, wrinkled,


Crumpled and crumbled.

A young child’s lunch

Winds up in the trash.


Copyright 1999

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