Sunday, January 2, 2022

On Poetry As A Practical Matter

a poem is not a practical matter
Pound’s “petals on a wet, black bough”
bear that baggage
made more through metaphor

but when the end of night nears
and the weary work day looms ahead
words are
buoys in the saline sameness 
of a black, brine sea

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