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The Baloney Dilemma

I saw someone online,
a friend I do not know,
suggesting that lyric
too afraid to reveal

itself, a poem layered
in secrets, is by its very
nature corrupt. I’m para
phrasing to the point

of warping the strong
opinion all out of whack,
I am sure. As for me, I

disagree.  And then a

tiny, colorful fish popped

up out of the drainpipe

of my kitchen sink and

flew itself all the way

to Turks and Caicos.

I heard much later,

from Katherine, I 

believe, that it was

the best vacation

ever.