Polonius
One’s desires should behave themselves
like children in Sunday clothes.
Life and death is a red herring –
the cooking jar has no bottom.
Unread poems are bird seed
left in an empty feeder
We should sweep our apartment for bugs:
Siri, sweep my apartment for bugs.
You have to consciously stop
before you can start.
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Ha! I always enjoy Polonius. Always sad when he gets the knife.
deep thoughts here, Mike!
lol: “One’s desires should behave themselves
like children in Sunday clothes.”
wow!: “Unread poems are bird seed
left in an empty feeder”
Oh! Every couplet a delight! The last, so jarring.
I agree with Michele! Little jewel boxes with that mystery to them.
Thanks to all for your kind comments