Saturday, 3 October 2020

dig this

 dig this

you dig words to make a poem

then you put them back in the hole

and there are more words than will fit

you have buried your muse without knowing

how or what words were added  or

maybe it’s the spaces 

or maybe it’s the silences

or the punctuation of the pebbles

in the cataract of a flood

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