9:31 a.m. - 2008-10-24
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Donald R. Anderson
Tin Mint
I take a mint
from the tin of mints,
the tin mint dime shines
in my pocket.
What's in my pocket?
I take a minute
to take a mint from a friend,
it's not theft if
it's a gift.
Guilt or remorse?
Which is worse?
Is the mint too strong,
or is it that the gift
is too great?
I take a mint
from the tin mint,
and watch Tin Cup.
The golfer makes an amazing shot.
I'm shot with the strength
of the peppermint.
It's at a poetry gathering,
we read,
yet I cannot concentrate
for the guilt
of having had a mint.
A mint.
This mint.
This moment.
This minute.
