So I guess my idea of permanence isn’t the same
scene you’d see; yet I’d bet, & if you gave it some
free-from-agony thought, there’d be partiality; you
didn’t need agree to being on the same ride but it
came down to screws into th’ floor to make safety
something less than cause of balance - or was so
ordinary a view too blasé to be the texted method
the au fait durst read into their grandiose itinerary
But this’s a kitchen island where drawers will earn
the right to conceal all that culinary paraphernalia
we’ll become dependent upon; perdurability's key
requests that things stay in the place we last saw
‘em - please, and the bench allows free-range, or
have we redesigned the whole scheme again …
© 3 May 2017, I. D. Carswell
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