Deep mahogany desk <br />Rifled with pockets <br />Tucked with cheesiness <br />And cheers, silent and complete, <br />Wondering if the past repeats <br />Or renews a dead thing. <br />A hint drips <br />Like heated stew between <br />Pointed stares and hushed <br />Ears, lacquered clean by <br />Pirouetting cats and kittens <br />Covered in cream. <br />I jog in place, slipping, <br />Down a manicured slide <br />Waiting for the Choctaw <br />End.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/study/
