Gabbage Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

Gabbage

There's
a slight delay
at the door—
the path too narrow, 
the crowd too much.

They forge
a cone like diamond, 
and the edges
folding inward
like my doubt.

The director, 
busy swinging
his non-chucks, 
misses the cue.

What a shame.

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