#1503 - poem is not

1503

5.42

11.ii.24

poem is not

for wise surprise

 

making a secret between

 

something like someone long gone

 

shy

come coax it from the hunches

poem

 

elsewhere to otherwise

goes

 

and take the day along with you

 

by reason of smoke

let’s say

although

 

neither that nor this

but belonging

 

length of an apple it may take

 

all this tomorrow

fills the head

 

as the way is overgrown

so the song

 

to steal fire

 

a bottom drawer rotting

 

never surrender

 

poem is full of years

as light

 

it frills to alert

 

still lit with own starlight

 

live in a forest to one day burn

 

poem’s to see where we are