Bespoke

 
The man who builds furniture 
comes to measure the space 
where my father wants a glass 
paneled cabinet and hutch: 
so high, with drawer pulls 
and knobs in the shape of 
seahorses. In our town, 
everything anyone might want 
could be copied for a price---
imitation being the highest 
form of flattery. So we have 
a chandelier with teardrop 
facets and copper wires; 
a kitchen floor inlaid 
with crazy-cut tile. 
The cabinet will hold 
plates, crystal footed ice 
cream dishes, punch bowls 
with scallops and serrated 
edges made from the same
materials as the craftsman's 
one artificial eye.