A Poem from Janet Cannon's
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potluck
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dinner guests
bring newly brewed
still corked poems
we devour deliberately
listening slowly
sipping the words
savoring the sounds
then swallowing
each image quietly
for an after dinner
cordial evening
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
The 21st Poetry Month Anthology
(New Brunswick Public Library, New Brunswick, NJ)
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