Sunday, October 29, 2023

Who's to say?

 Who’s to say?

In a cut glass jar 

high on a shelf, 

this poem acts as a 

powdered panacea

you mix with holy water 

on special occasions.

It might be the water, 

the occasion, the amount 

mixed, the ritual, the weight 

of your heart mind, the cumulative 

effect, the level of your measure,

a remarkable phase of moon, but

(and it could simply be a placebo)

it seems to do the trick.

Who’s to say?

© DLWhite


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