It’s
like serving a meal you have just prepared.
You
hope your guests find the taste appealing.
The
musician knows his song by heart, knows
The
perfect note with which to begin. Satisfaction
Will
come in time. Everyone anticipates the cresendo.
You
open your notebook and make ready to recite
An
entree of words. From the first bite, you hope
To
entice your guests with aroma and taste. This
Is
poetry, music, a meal with which you hope to
Surprise
and satisfy. And then from a guest seated
To
your left, a rewarding sigh—I’ll have more mashed
Potatoes,
please.
Chris
Hanch 12-31-16
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