Soft Song
Nothing about you is soft,
sir.
 
When people thank you for
your service
 
I wonder if
I am serviceable.
 
But this is a soft
song, a petal-wreath
 
that crowns you for being
funny, wise,
 
and yes,
tightly wired
 
with respect to
muscles.
 
Thank you for
humoring me
 
with songs.
With respect, sir,
 
words are all we offer.
As a young poet wrote,
 
“Let’s be grateful
for what we can have.”
 
1996, I shredded
that letter
 
with my teeth.
Plume:  Issue #101 January 2020
					
                 
            					
            
