Friday 9 February 2024

Poem (11): True beauty


I wish i had an actual picture ...

True beauty

True beauty was

the contents of the tray I spilled

which fell

and smashed upon the marble hall

outside the lift

on the 6th floor

of the 700-room 5-star hotel

I worked room service

in 1996.

 

True beauty as

I disappeared

in shame and shade,

just to return

some three hours later, past midnight,

see the scene was just the same,

the shattered glass,

the scattered chips and chops,

the wine-stained stone –

my masterpiece, my worth.

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