I sit across the table from amazing.
I sit across the table from insight.
I sit across the table from these blazing
eyes and ironic heart combining fright
and courage, fragile rose petals and steel.
I sit across the table from lyric
sound and sense, savvy assonance that feels
passion flare in the bloodstream, breathes Pyrrhic
victory’s ashen stench, fresh winds of faith
and hope. I sit across the table from
hunger for life and tender touch, clear path
to caring eyes and honest words. We’ve come
to this table to unfold old cloths, show
frames of wounds and gold, weigh just what we know.
Roger Armbrust
June 6, 2013
