
Fiiiine days
at the end of a long...
week.
Bones a little
more fried.
Bread, please.
Batter at plates,
crispy
handed swings...
the tartar sauce passes,
smiles,
the in-betweens.
What's missing
is the smell
of the ocean.
Thank you... Thank you... Thank you...
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.



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