Prestige

What is this Chagrin As I sit in the wake Of those who have Achieved At a grand table I have a seat With them For a discourse And a five course Dinner Dressed to the nines In a black tie Looking around at “Competition” Mohagany has never Been so uncomfortable Under tall ceilings andContinue reading “Prestige”

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Portable Eleven

Portable Eleven A rock held open the door Venting a hot room In the northern Summer air Sanctuary happened here At least Perhaps In an era Before No shackles No chains No manacles Condemning anything to death Nothing doomed And no one wounded A clinic, if you will For things broken To be rebuilt AContinue reading “Portable Eleven”

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