It was the voice
AND what he said
That echo, that linger.

The voice all deep and ready
To use words honed to the point
Of decisive descriptive endurance.

He beckoned mismatched images to
Sidle up to one another:
Spaghetti and spaghetti straps,
A golden owl and a bound foot,
Key lime pie and [oh my!]
He brought them together,
Like flint to steel,
And, with his mastery,
Ignited
The magic in the ordinary.
Mary Susan Gast is a retired conference minister and a member of Benicia’s First Tuesday Poetry Group

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