twelfth night

below stairs
is no more
no little snicker
when the ladle
glides into the soup
no moth-like
flit of eyes
behind the chairs
when the napkin
drifts to the carpet

gloves have gone
the way of ticking clocks

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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