“The Music Lesson” Henri Matisse
Poems, poems, poems have been multiplying in the folder. They are being dusted off and presented now. They are written from life either happened or imagined. Some may have a different writer.
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The Fiddlers
As I rushed to get there early
As I saved three seats with scarf
Sweater and napkin
As I looked back toward the doorway
As I distractedly took photos of the
Fiddlers again and again
As I checked my phone at break
As I learned of your apology
I was not surprised
As I extricated myself before end time
And excused my intrusion leaving
And drove home fighting back tears
I said no
It is enough
I’m done now.
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“No good deed goes unpunished” Clare Boothe Luce
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