Short Tenon Poems

I see no evil in the
 Mortise and tenon and in the thin 
Red line Mao traced in a
 Thousand or more 
Platitudes still
Posing deftly in old 
Wuhan. 

 Just a while ago I did glimpse a 
Twinkle in the
 Delicate curl of a child’s 
Lip and in the
Tender.

 Millions of centimeters away the French, in 
Perfect nonchalance, 
Pause, as stock markets
 Nip and tuck to 
Languid sips of cool cool 
Wine.

-Jeff Troyer 
April 2020...

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