A cavalry
of conversation
darted from the trenches
of his haystack smile
The horses, having
eaten their fill
charge offending
ears, while eyes
entwine in
the silver chain mail,
each link quivering
with boisterous words
carelessly spilling
onto dumpling filled
dinner table
conversation
Bold fibers
daring to venture
beyond the boundaries
of the battalion above
Here I find
myself brushing off
attacks with
quiet nods and
subtle assent
Until at last
I am caught
off guard,
beguiled by the relic
And conversation
overcomes me
He has won
the battle
but not the war
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