Contemporary Poetry
1 min
Tablecloth
Nancy Carol Moody
TABLECLOTH
You know that old trick--
grasping one edge
and jerking it so fast and clean
that the plates
and glasses remain in place,
just an afterthought
of shimmer
left to record the stun.
We think of it as magic,
but what hasn't been yanked
from beneath us--
and still we're left standing.
You know that old trick--
grasping one edge
and jerking it so fast and clean
that the plates
and glasses remain in place,
just an afterthought
of shimmer
left to record the stun.
We think of it as magic,
but what hasn't been yanked
from beneath us--
and still we're left standing.
This work was written by a Lane County author.
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