Some need a sip of chicken soup
to soothe a troubled soul.
Slurping but a thimbleful
connects parts to the whole.
Others find a spoonful
satisfies the inner need
So pursing lips,
inhaling slowly,
they procede with latent speed.
Many need a bowl or cup,
Especially from time to time
To satiate that emptiness
that disconnects
their rhythm from their rhyme.
And some, a clear minority?
An extra needy group,
should fill a swimming pool
to be
enveloped
in
chicken soup.
unless you don't want to ; )
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