Poetry Tuesday: I don't get it.

Your face is so nice but your nice isn't nicest
What's magic, who's longing, where's heart-smash and heavy breaths?



You're sitting there crisply, you don't move, won't move me
You're quiet, I do think; I don't think you're thinking



Your words slip out pretty but not quite full-flavor
Your hands might be empty, my hands glance away



I crunch your small whispers; they crumble like old age
What's filling you, darling, and where did it go?


Happy Macaron Day, everyone.  Do you love them? Because I like them, but if you love them...what exactly do you see in them?

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Nuts for No Nuts

If, as you walk around the corner in an airport terminal, you have cause to exclaim, "Something smells GOOD, like caramel popcorn!" and then you see a stand selling (among other things) caramel popcorn, you should probably buy some of that caramel popcorn.

This was from "Nuts On Clark," specifically its location in Chicago O'Hare.  As it turned out, I wasn't in the mood for nuts, but the plain, old, caramel popcorn was excellent.



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