House Beautiful - Poem by Bill Grace
She took me home for lunch and
It was like walking into
The pages of 'House Beautiful.'
Over tuna fish I confessed my surprise
Knowing she was not happy.
'Yes, Bill, but I always want more.'
If I could understand this tyrant called 'more'
Perhaps I could help heal the planet a tad
Just a little before leaving
'Enough' might even beccome a holy word.
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