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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Patty Dickson Pieczka


Watching My Husband Read

He white-knuckles his book.
An ancient ship eddies from
its dock between two sentences,
floating toward his head
through currents of bed quilt,
choppy as green waves of sea.
On the creaking, wooden deck,
Samurais in hakamas attack, sun
honing their swords with its glare.

But he is a Zen roshi,
master of the unfought fight.
In a stance of absolute stillness,
he slices his blade into the clash,
wins his ship back
moving only to turn the page.