Conversation’s Conjuring

You can see the endlessness

Of everything not yet done,

Said the put-upon mother

Of the next week’s bride-to-be.

The bride was nowhere in sight.

Discussion turned from weddings,

After a short while, to bears

And the one that’s been in town.

That bear was nowhere in sight.

Liberace’s piano

Came up as topic, briefly,

And from there to raspberries.

They’re dying. Well, they all die.

Those green shoots are just next year’s

Raspberries. Nowhere in sight.