Come Back (poem)

come back poem diners at table

Come Back

 

Come back to the eatery you’d picked

Memory in the folder of un-wholly-spoiled success

Cowardice and obligation, avoiding death

Hands of the simple good that itch

For prey to stop along the way

Our subject jokes in a beggarly way

The cowed man bringing his cowed children

To take their table

The token-seers tip the wink

 

The soup is this

Secrecy, gadgetry, anecdote

Control of

Flattery, magic day, fallacy

Meting of

Dope

Shoulder it

Because the color is at times a color

And the sign may be a sign

And Time, as it passes, notches down

And broadens like a rock slide in a canyon

Like a flood that drowns the corn

Leaving you to start again

 

Again the cauldron stirrer

Having inherited the work

Can’t hear you cry

Oh, give me more

 


 

Brother Mouse

Rapunzel

 

(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)

 

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