Table Thirteen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


An encounter serving a wonderfully whimsical man that I won't soon forget

Submitted: September 09, 2018

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Belief is just habitual thought,
no matter how it’s spun.
I could tell you a thousand things
for you to only remember one.

 

So sit with us, my newest friend,
and we will talk some more,
of food and Earth and modesty—
what cuts you to the core?

 

Perhaps it’s time for you to think
of all you wish to change.
It’s possible to be purposefully lost,
just make the familiar strange.

 

My wife and I would understand
if you should so decline,
but your eyes shine a certain smile
which dies to fall from line.

 

Belief is just habitual thought,
no matter how it’s spun.
I could remember a thousand things
and perhaps believe in none.


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