Politesse speaks up to allocate what it has to offer
an off-hand remark, a shot in the dark. Once a sigh too many,
or maybe two. I don’t know if it’s more a dance, a song
or could it be simply a tighter squeeze?

Fairly odd even now, nuts don’t fall that far
but sometimes do fall hard, yet no one hardly feels
the difference – with or without them. Apart from …

I thought I’d have more, though that may be sufficient,
notwithstanding accents and peculiarities.

Chagall 2017