I say something
perhaps about daffodils
or not about war
but wanting to nonetheless
some impertinence
lobbed like a spit ball
into a conversation
no one truly enjoyed
all offense without remorse
bluster clotted on a stick
just another bludgeon
to beat upon the weak
yet a semblance of decorum
disguises the edge on a smile
sometimes daffodils are not enough
and war, well, is always war
(2006)
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