To be exquisite is to be so fine

the word itself seldom used in time

Saved for that rare chance

Or used by happenstance

Something covered in bling

Like a diamond ring

Or fine china so old

That they broke the mold

A dish so delectable

Its memory  collectible

Clothing so rare and finely milled

That glass of white wine, perfectly chilled

A glorious sunset at the start of your day

A field of colorful flowers, in wind they gently sway


The word deserves more care

Look for it, it’s there

Everywhere….Just look