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JUST PERFECT PROSE - by Joe Sinclair

(with acknowledgements to Dorothy Parker - One Perfect Rose)

A single line he sent me.  Without sweat.

And splendidly his messenger he chose.

By AOL, no blue-black ink still wet.

Just perfect prose.

I knew the language of the true insiders.

“My ballpen leaks” it said, “I’ll thus dispose

This missive by my internet providers” –

Just perfect prose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet

One perfect verse of love, do you suppose?

Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get

A line of prose.

The Statesman

   by Joe Sinclair

Prosaic’ly he plods the path of peace,

Avoiding pitfalls when the dusk is nigh

By treading warily.  Does not release

In gay abandonment a heartfelt sigh

Such as the vagabond of Nature’s road

Permits himself when shades of darkness fall;

For he has not to carry such a load,

And is but one of many that make all.