Poem Good Enoiugh

Sometimes it's good to take another look at old prejudices.

Good Enough

Pleasure is the measure, a configuration
    of rhyming words, so adroit that
    it jumped from the page, in someone else’s

And the cleverness put my mind at work, turning
    the words over and laying them back
    against one another, like mirror images
    that trap the seriousness of me

I would like to think my ordered life
    has other measures
    and carries a worth too illusive
    for catchy phrases

But it caught me by the throat, dead center
    this pleasure that is so much the measure
    of the days I lay aside, unmirrored
Good enough I sigh and look out the window
Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
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Jim Freeman's
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