Certified

 

 

  She said she once

Was certified,

Classified officially

Nuts,

It was like seeing

All the channels

At once,

Hearing all of

The stations at

One time,

Good God, I said,

That’s where

I live,

Like a kid

In a candy store,

One-hundred

Opened jars

And only

Two hands,

But you’re not

Certified,

She smiled.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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