Shapes acquire faces
to communicate with me –show deference to whatever reference
will permit analogy –
require particles in pattern
which suggest trajectory –
symmetry inviting solipsistic narrative
sufficiently declarative to hold a mirror
up to my inquiring eye –
fool it into thinking it is thinking as it blinks.
Lately dinner’s been half-moon shaped
Chinese dumplings –
crescents from a Shanghai sky, grinning
mouths all crinkling at the lips.
Tamari soy sauce – chili garlic paste
enrich the mix:
lend irony
to cheerful cheeks.
I’ve been doing this
for weeks.
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