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
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