Saturday, October 28, 2023

Paragraphs

When poetry
looks like paragraph
I can't
pretend to read.

Instead
I let the cat out
or iron
my long sleeves,

Or tidy
another room
or wait
in the gloom,

Until paragraphs
become poetry
behind
closed eyes,
soon.

12/11/10
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