Yard Sale of Thoughts

The hungry dragon thinks the sun 
a warm biscuit ready to be consumed. 

The underfed tapestry thinks the thread
swirling on the loom's fork, future art. 

The infant dandelion in the sidewalk's crib
thinks the sun his mother's dripping tit. 

When we find ourselves with pains,
hunger or otherwise,
find satiety in the small gains;
beware of those that gluttonize. 

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

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Prompt: Write your own poem about how a pair or trio very different things would perceive of a blessing or, alternatively, how these very different things would think of something else (luck, grief, happiness, etc). Written in the response to Alicia Ostriker’s poem, “The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog.”