Interlude

I offer you
hospitality
of a rare and
guileless intent.

Come to my house
and share with me
a splendid
a queenly repast

prepared by
my very own
porcelain hands.

This nutbrown duck
in my oven;
breathe its
rare invitation.

Friend: I
present myself
on a gleaming
silver salver.

And when you tooth
that crisphide morsel
. . . guard for slivers.

My Troybird
Odysseus bequeathed
antiques a painted decoy.