It’s not spring, it’s not
winter
we agree it doesn’t
matter
poetry dead
around the world
but alive around
our table
twenty tigers eating
dinner
drinking wine instead
of water
a smile here, a smile
there
eating our vegetable
lives
beauty in a circle
we take deep breaths
later
the traffic jams
back to the zoo.
back to the zoo.
© 2015 Rob Schackne
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