He stares into his bowl of soup

Contemplating the adventure of a man

—one smaller than he as a boy—

Setting sail on a carrot boat

Across the Oblivion Sea of Broth

He sits at the bar

Watching the CO2 rise to the top of his glass

She goes on about her day

He imagines a tiny child

—young, but not too young for an adventure—

Sitting inside the bubble

Excited to escape the oblivion of yellow

M. W. Knepp (@mwknepp) writes poetry and short stories that are fueled by scotch, beer, and dreary Ohio winters.

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