Discordance

A conversation Thursday night revealed
our different comprehensions of a term.
The morning afterward enlarged the field –
a friend insisted, vehemently firm,
we both were wrong. That evening I appealed
to yet a fourth. He guessed, until a germ
of dictionary definition grew.
Apparently none understood. Who knew?

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