poem

 Reporter

You're a reporter chasing down stories

Asking the 5 W’s because the truth

Is what you’re after 

All you knew about it was it couldn’t be

A hollow declaration or arbitrary command.

Once you became a master 

Of your craft you knew

The first thing you needed

To drop was “why”.

It was always just you.

For love.

Here.

Right now. 

For inscrutable reasons

That never make it 

To the final draft of the story.

8/11/24