Day 11 brings us “Knowledge,” a poem by David Horowitz, poet and publisher of Rose Alley Press.

THOUGHTS ABOUT THE POEM

One of David’s gifts as a poet is shedding light on the subtleties and unspoken dramas that pepper and punctuate our lives. His tact and ear are on display in “Knowledge,” a poem that brings us in for a close-up examination, but, instead of making assumptions, allows us to paint the picture of the face and life into which we’re peering.

Knowledge

On elevators he won’t chat. Who knows
Who’s listening. In restaurants, at dinner,
It’s golf and basketball, films, who’s a winner
And why. It’s never business, though. Who knows

Who’s listening. His cowl of courtesy
And cross-armed grin hint caution, for who knows
Who’s listening. And e-mail, too: who knows
Who watches, reads. He guards each word he’ll say

And fences off his trust. That’s years away
For best friends. Wife alone he’ll kiss, embrace,
But never tell. Who knows? Her trusting face
Could mask. Talk sports, lawns, food? He’s social grace,

But business locks his mouth. For wife, a rose
And kiss tonight. And talk of her job, clothes.

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