Soon
Soon is slippery
It’s well-oiled dough
It may rise fast
Or take ages to grow
Soon is layered
Though tasty at first
The bigger your bite
The greater your thirst
Soon is deceptive
A hole baked in bread
The promise of fullness
That’s empty instead
Soon is crooked Like my furrowed brow Though I’ll see you soon, I miss you right now
Soon is crooked Like my furrowed brow Though I’ll see you soon, I miss you right now
