Sunday, March 12, 2017

Dear Reader # 9

Please be advised
That this will be a poem
And that it will appear

To do nothing
Like your own mind
It will not make sense

Like your own mind
Connecting spaces
To things large and small

Hard shallow black loud
Like your own mind
Simultaneously in

And out up and down
At the starting block
Like your own mind

At the finish-line
Draped in a checkered flag
Please be advised # 9

This is how a poem is
Like your own mind
Champagne-drenched

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