More poetry has occurred
Not as good as "What the Sea Sends"
Troubled birthing pains
In dire need of cosmetic and reconstructive surgery
So we don't send it out
We talk in loud whispers
Use Dr. Shoal's amazing freeze wand
to remove its warts
Then we send it through therapy
This is not the poem you seek
This is not the Scrimshaw Man
That is another poem.
It may never see light
as the premise is stolen
like a babe in the night
a changeling of sticks and moss left in crib
or
The poem you seek
Is not the one in hand now
Try back tomorrow
2 comments:
Beautiful! A reflection on so many circumstances at one time.
Thanks Greeny.
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