Play On Poem by Diane Rosenstein

Pretense is in the eye of the behoover
let it dry

Pretense is a layer
much like bark on a tree
hark, there's still a tree...

...or is that shavings of your very self going for a swim
within the context of it own contents
...much like a continental drift-if you can catch it

catch mine, catch yours

sparrow the bird, do not strike it
lobby the saints, we can use them
mark your words-captured & kept
when used again
they'll be not new

worm food we are
that's not up for review