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Not Much of a Poem

This isn’t gonna be much of a poem.

I shoulda been dusting the piano and books,

And, after that, load the dishes into the dishwasher.

Like I said, you’d better skip this’n and go on to the next.

If truth be told, his shoulders were quite narrow

And there wasn’t enough flesh on his bones

For her comfort,

But love had a perfect body.

And if truth be known, her hips were rather wide

And her legs, well,

That’s why she wore slacks, I guess,

But love had a perfect body.

These days, he takes his time combing those few strands of hair

And the spoon trembles on the way to his mouth.

She likes to even out the edges of the chocolate cake,

But love has a perfect body.

Some eyes can see love’s perfect body

And some can’t.

I s’pose there’s nothing to do about it,

There’s nothing to do.

Mike Stone

Raanana Israel


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