Joe Pivetti's Poetry, Haiku and Poesy: Poem 23
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The Name of the Wind is...Maria

                                                                      It was on the tip of his tongue
"Arghh...I've burned my tongue"
[Memories are not always in good taste]
"Perhaps its just dejavu...or soup not left to cool
"Or maybe, just maybe, the soup doesn't like being called broth
"Okay, bisque...mmm...aaah...that's what I thought
"The name of a thing is often unknowable
But if it might speak, it'd likely be le Soupable."

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