Special Occasion Poem by Patti Masterman

Special Occasion



I can hear a huge crowd of people
Talking amongst themselves,
In the rooms of my house.
I can tell they must be well dressed
For some formal occasion;
Their best clothes, and maybe even
Some corsages, for the women;
High heels and French perfume.
I can't even smell the perfume
Still; I know it must be there,
As well as the undergarments,
Which are invisible also, by default
Along with heads, arms, torsos and legs
And everything else that comes with;
Leather handbags, and hats
Wafting plumes of cigarette smoke
And clinking glasses.
But, the murmur is very pleasant!
So I will say goodnight to you all, now
Whoever you are, wherever you
Now stand, within my home:
You are so welcome, and please do
Remember to extinguish
Your cigarettes, before leaving-
I'm just going to go out now;
Going to go out, and start the car
And sit out in the car, to cool off
For a few hours or days;
However long it takes-
No, no, stay as long as you wish
It's really no inconvenience at all.

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