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I love the bare, the necessary: tree without leaves,
man with no clothes. Muscle and skin, bark, knot,
scar, and stubble. Dignity planted before us without
apology. There’s something about the unadorned,
the basic: how it soothes. A scaffold representing itself,
no gewgaws or furbelows, no nonsense. Clean. Clear.
The honey without the bottle shaped like a bear.
Tequila minus the worm. Nothing cute or inessential.
All of it honed. No opinion proffered, no need to read
between the lines. The ocean seen at dawn from its shore.
No clouds. No moon.
Copyright 2022 Molly Fisk.
Molly Fisk is a poet, prose writer and radio commentator who lives in Northern California.
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Thanks for responding to Molly’s poem, Tom! We always like hearing from readers.
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Ah!
“Nothing cute or inessential.
All of it honed. No opinion proffered, no need to read
between the lines.”
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I love this poem, Molly! Good one! Made me smile & nod!
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Really love this.
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Thanks, Doug. I love Molly’s work as well.
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Thanks, Doug.
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