Over Hummus and Pita by David R Spellman
we swapped stories –
hung our lifetimes in the air,
raised loud boasts of bravado,
softly lowered anchors of defeat,
touted tales of tribulations
exposing the exploits
we chose to reveal;
held our secrets close
like wildcards at the ready
perhaps to call the bluff
or trump the last recount;
gloating in triumph
over gathered crumbs
scattered with the sand,
holding back just long enough
to find an empty bowl
09/16/2006 Posted on 10/11/2006 Copyright © 2025 David R Spellman
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Posted by Mara Meade on 10/12/06 at 01:26 AM Mmmm. Indeed, Trust. Calculation. Makes me wonder how the Host perceived the empty bowl. This is a feast for the thoughts.
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