Tiny White Flowers

Tiny White Flowers

Tuesday, November 10, 2009



Tuesday today, and raining.
What better thing to do
than to have a bowl of soup,
maybe read or listen to a little poetry.


I saw a famous man eating soup.
I say he was lifting a fat broth
Into his mouth with a spoon.
His name was in the newspapers that day
Spelled out in tall black headlines
And thousands of people were talking about him.

When I saw him,
He sat bending his head over a plate
Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon.

Carl Sandburg

I love this poem, and what it says about us.
How, when we distill our essence
to it's simplest form, we are all
human, sitting in that quiet
moment, savoring a bowl of soup.



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