Is it Marvin or someone else who says every poem needs a bit of bite to it. But he doesn’t use the term “bite,” maybe it’s “spice.” Who knows, but that is life for you. No chocolate without the weight gain.

I also think because we do not live in our tiny worlds, but a greater community of poets and friends, there is a bigger grab bag to draw from. We are more connected with each other in different ways, more aware of the details, so our woven rug unravels in the left corner, the center mailbox is still full of the beautiful color of acceptances. Our rug is still is glorious, even with all its holes and odd patterns.

Now, replace the word “rug” with “life.”