if one chose
not to read between the lines
and the feeling-not-so-fines
this would be what it looks like:
it's a short poem that appears to have been crafted comfortably within the wider-reaching capabilities of the author.
that's what i think.
and i too like the line:
'like spit on an infant's skin'
it reminds me that we inhabit these middle years for all too short a time.
in no time at all it is pi55 and cabbage.
there is always something to take away from your poems it seams to me.