Plethora

It began with one that attracted another.
Whenever I bought one of them, it called out for a brother.
Now they stand in clusters around my living room,
my bedroom and my studio––everywhere they loom
observing and judging me, perhaps, for my excesses,
crowded upon table tops, ledges and recesses.
I admit I own a plethora of objets d’art––
irresistible objects with which I’ll never part

For Weekend Writing Prompts  (a poem or prose in 67 words on the word “plethora.”)