“Something,” a compound
word, wondering why,
back in the early days,
I enjoyed it so, until
“serendipity” came along.
The “knock-knock,”
“who’s there?” “Surprise!”
The knockout of my voice,
the showering of my dishes,
the blending of daiquiris
and splendiferous guests.
Then the more potent,
poetic delight of “plenipotentiary,”
the dictionary, the thesaurus -
better than the yellow pages
and Sears Christmas catalog.
No, the catalog was cool!
I miss it -...
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