poem

 Poem #29

Words mean only the thing

We arbitrarily assign.

This space I share with you

Is meaningless without time.

The aim of all poetry

Is the realm beyond meaning

Which you won’t know

Even once you’ve arrived.

Verses are the girls

Who inexplicably turned

And smiled at you

That one time in class

Across the cafe

At the red light

But you lacked

The courage to 

Fall out of time

To step out of space

Because you were stuck

In a place that had a name 

And late by a magnitude 

Of words that 

Describe a duration.

10/4/21