Impeccable

It is a old word,
doesn’t get out much,
seems to prefer its own company.

Not quite indubitable,
somewhere in inimitable’s neighborhood,

It may be seen with implacable occasionally,
inscrutable knows where to find it.

Sightings lift my spirits,
like an Indian percussionist playing ragas

or a woman who knows
how to wear flowers,
making something
they could never be on their own.

2 responses to “Impeccable

  1. Thanks! I’ve been reading Kay Ryan lately. She seems able to crawl inside individual words.

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