Conversation can be just so polite;
we comment on the weather
and daylight
and the cards we play
as if the whole array
is with us every day—
and it is.

Looking at the whole constant stream
can be like plucking moments
from a dream:
it all seems so surreal
as if the ghastly deal
is on a giant wheel—
and it is.

Just once to throw a rock at the glass
and startle like a kick
in the ass:
one moment they’re so pert
then suddenly lips purse
as if they’re really hurt—
and they is.

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About riverwriter

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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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