Tuesday, January 1, 2013

A Poem by Sherry Steiner

This Very Day...

Since the world began
by private contract
he does not mince matters
To throw open the door
to put one's trouser's on
we often see her of a morning.
Put the box in front of the mirror.
According to expert advice
O, in leisure moments
it does not become you to speak…
Versed in verse
he doesn't speak French and
she writes better than she speaks.
At arms length
she fell in love at first sight -
With his hat on
he speaks to me and
it is of no matter.
There's something not quite right…
in the French style
I tried to speak Italian
this very day this very day.
Sherry Steiner
Housatonic ma

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