And All the Best
False teeth, filled platters, diffident brides
derided.
Summer or was it fall come and gone.
Halitosis appeared but no one was identified.
The smartness of narrative was never more apparent.
A lovely quality to applause;
cheek to cheek
dancers wink,
toes in,
elbows out,
only to find
while not abandoned
they've been mistaken.
Forward to where
night looms and spider webs occupy empty drawers.
Who pauses on the stairs?
Two macaques imprisoned screech.
And who would capitulate
even if indicted?
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Taste and Such
Bitter(?),
though the taste be sweet?
Less,
much less, than I ever thought I would be.
* Frank Praeger lives in Houghton, MI
