All we do is different.
We change.
Our fantasy and ambitions
Off-ramp to Otherwhere.
How to return
Escapes.
Looking cross-eyed and churlish,
We sit still and stubborn.
Quality, quality
I look for it repeatedly
Seeking plump or sturdy,
Genuine.
But I can’t tell
The wax from the marble.
I’m a fool in this gallery.
I’ve turned you over
Until I hate what I see.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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