Couple more minutes.  What to do…. Enjoy those two minutes.  All of them.  All.  Each of them.  Each is part of the beat— kid comes by and wipes down table next to me, I sip a little more of the mocha, write a quick poem.. need more poetry.

Wrote. Quick piece.  No time to review or rewrite, edit or touch.  And I shouldn’t anyway.  Poems should be you in that sitting and turn of head, blink and breath and coffee sip.  No polishing.. no convenient contortion… I define poetry as something antithetic to something being able to hold definition, denotative or conno’.


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