it confesses I never
looked under the stapler
I never looked under tables
where all we need finally attaches
the good dances & lottery numbers
it's as well your turn as someone else's
the best lost literature of the world
and that deathless poem of mine
Nothing To Write Home About
it's all beneath, upside down
out of sight, unexpected
a river play of light
The best of me you can never know
ReplyDeletethe worst only surmise
I lie like a great unguessable fish
fin only visible
cutting the water between
heaven and earth
ReplyDeleteLest the sensitive reader
think they have landed
somehow in mid seance...