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.




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