Monday, September 12, 2022

Something to Sing About


a chorus of authors

composes for the soloist

an abnegation of showing up alone

the likes of which

we hear all the time now

 

it’s a wonder nothing gets done

the object no longer the object

but the means, fretted over

a circle of knit brows

no point too fine

 

we’re going to the beach today

and if we never get there

it will be time well spent

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