SOMETIMES

soupçon confidence

for days when confidence lacks

Photo by Ansie Potgieter on Unsplash

the smallest smidgeon should i steal
be from that sparkling star
or from that squid or skunk or seal
or lion’s seminar.

may be that amaryllis is
the openhanded fount —
politeful ‘pon her hillock-digs,
agrestal ‘top the mount.

i called the secretary bird
who rang her C-n-C,,,
and asked if she might spare a word
to boost my paucity:

she said, “…by recognizing those
who helm their own events
should in me be my own bestowed —
that temperate confidence.”

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