Poem-A-Day: Day 206

Blogger was down last night, so I apologize for this being late.

There, Eating

There,
the reading,
they are eating
the year red thin;
the you, real dine thing,
their used ready dinged think gear.
Though you really didn’t think,
though usurers readily do,
thought your reeling
thrower rings,
there.

Eating
fleeting moments
fleeing no part;
weaning? Nope, pent up
seating scope a party dropping
neat wings, cope ratting drop sling
pleats sing dope scatting hop
heap hits, hip clapping
beat drops snapping
heaps not
eating.