divine mischief, the art of nancy knowles

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Act I

Like two tanks facing off
their eyes lock over the small round table.
noses wagging,
hers up and down, pointing, punctuating;
his side to side, flailing.

Act II

Subito, eyes askance,
they assume devil-may-care
askew stance, guns called off,
no territory ceded
one to the other.

Act III

She rises;
oblique his stony stare,
knees jiggling.
The wars for now
garbaged with her cup,
exeunt stage left past the magazines,
hand in hand.

copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles

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