Now We Are Five

5th Anniversary 1 Once like a mustard Seed, minute; now the largest Tree in the garden.

2 “How beautiful is the quincunx”, Cicero said, thinking of vines those serried ranks on the southern slope, with their promise of joy.

“How beautiful is the quincunx” - but this time thinking of wines and a loosened tongue, 3 It started on Remembrance Day - a solemn day and we read and we sang and we wept.

So we moved to bistros and changes of topic mini-orgies. But oh the frustration: only one piece per bistro, and little time to talk.

Oh, the frustration, the pent-up longing for release!

And then the Forum came, and the floodgates were opened; everything anyone posted, someone took seriously; and poems poured out like beer from a bottle.

And so much exposure: in poems even the most reserved expose themselves to the wind and sun of criticism and praise.

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