Salted Oatmeal (Short Poem)
A year ago, I observed youTuck back strains of hair; load a heap of saltIn sugar cinnamon oatmeal.Raised the spoon molasses-speed to your lips.I asked about the salt,"The salt makes no difference,But I want to know the day it does."I nodded, made some comment...But you didn't mind; found some comfort in me.I ate my oatmeal plain.…