Out of Habit
out of habit, i
fingered the sand-colored bowl
after guests grappled
with paper plates
i, with Cabernet
dark eyes at dinner time
shame, shame
on me
my conscience
lowers my bowl into the sink
like a titanic lifeboat
wavering.
the solitary vessel
shamefully
alone
meanwhile paper plates
press on
in the trash bin heap
3/20/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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