Does it occur to you that perhaps you could comment, just once, on a poem or a picture or even a thought?
T
Does it occur to you that perhaps you could comment, just once, on a poem or a picture or even a thought?
T
Did not know what to write
so I went outside
and watched a pair of vultures
circling each other in the blue,
unsettled sky.
Did not know what to write
and I watched those two large birds
spinning lazily around each other
or a point between them
that I couldn’t see, though maybe
they could.
Did not know what to write
although they seemed certain
of a point between them,
invisible to any below (unless
of course it was not and something
saw it too and was cowering from it).
I have no idea what to write
except there are two birds
circling an unseen potential third
or perhaps a fearful possible meal
and I have no part in it and feel
full of abstraction and hypotheticals.
I’m lost — no map,
the printer left it blank —
I am supposed to fill in
places unseen until now,
wow the crowd waiting for
revelation.
I have no idea what to write;
I point up.
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onward,
T