I
Like the froth heart that extends into an arrowhead,
on the top of an innocent cup,
what you say offhand takes shape,
and the sound converts to a scent
in its impression on others.
Arguing for the last point,
gains what you can make of the victory.
Incongruity erodes faith,
Contrary tempts astray.
II
Comfort has its perks.
Sure, we document the interesting,
the outlier,
not the mundane,
the bulk of boring in between,
yet we snuggle into these spaces,
to relish in the respite,
and lay prone in awe of the monument.
What you speak leaves your scent on others.
Their advice worth a secondhand impression,
Mixed into what they know to be you.
