subtext

like a measured metaphor turned

back upon itself, each fold

of the dough rolled out square

then folded again creates the thing

esteemed in itself, the layers

savored for the complexity

of flavors which dance along

the tongue so eloquently,

as Dr. Williams once danced

alone in the morning light 

before his mirror when his house

slept in the folds of their dreams,

so you, one morning, alone, will

carefully step from the bath

wondering just what to do

with that beast before you

staring back with a jaundiced eye

knowing you are not alone