Best

When we say ‘perfect’
don’t we mean ‘favorite’?
When we say ‘superb’
don’t we mean ‘preferred’?

The carpenter fashions
a city of timber houses.
The same city by gardeners
is flat with plots of rows.

The husband’s ideal family
is nine or ten and noisy
while the wife is happy
with two girls or fewer boys.

I drink my beer, my coffee
you sip your tea or water.
It’s great isn’t it we don’t
push our best on each other?

When we say ‘perfect’
don’t we mean ‘favorite’?
When we say ‘superb’
don’t we mean ‘preferred’?

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