Gilded Chalices
Frequently I make the mistake
of thinking that poetry is
a fine-dining experience
to be served on the finest china
forked with the sterling silver
sipped from gilded chalices
not the stoneware…
ok, the Tupperware
which gets me
through normal
conversations
on normal
days.
So I
hand
select
fancy
words
to
impress
you -- and
end up saying less
than what I really intended.
I might have said more with no words at all.
05/01/15
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