Mashed Potatoes
When I create you
it will be a land
of milk and gravy.
You will be born
with a silver
spoon in your maw.
I will sculpt smooth edifices
with you
I will transform
your bland mountain
to rolling hills
an eclectic landscape.
I will look down
at my Utopia
good enough
to eat.
from Autumn Sky Poetry 8 — by Doug Holder
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